Dear Frenemy

Dear Frenemy

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Have you finally hit the jackpot? Just a few years prior, there you sat, in the same position I'm in. I guess you were pretty hopeless, huh, unsure of what life had in store for you. Truth be told, I hate recognizing all the little things you did. It isn't too hard to put myself in the same shoes and walk a mile in sympathy. Maybe it's time for me to give you a hug and let the past go. When we're winning together, there's nothing I love more to do than cheer, at least until the buzzer sounds and the reality of the world comes crashing down. Sometimes I wonder if things would be different had you any morality in you, but then again, I'd have to wonder the same about me. It's probably easier to just say I would've never known you.

In the end, we're all situational, where the lyrics of a song only speak to us in the worst of times. A part of me wishes we had the luxury of sitting down for a cup of coffee but I know that'll never happen, whether it be out of a showing of hubris that would probably leave the two of us gasping for air. In my dreams, in another dimension, we could've been close enough to at least spare a dollar.

But we all know what this is really about and that's your grand larceny. It's a personal matter of my pain, growth, and development that you messed with, though admittedly unintentionally. You see the promise I made myself three years ago was long forgotten until I saw it in bold when I opened up my journal. It was a naive, reckless, and impossible promise to keep but here I am in an awkward fulfillment of what used to be the least of my worries.

Sometimes I view myself as justified in all that I do. If you can do it, so can I. The humane side of me, however, tells me otherwise. With the most repulsive imagination possible, I pictured myself a direct visage of your face. If I condemned you so much for theft, how much different would I be in following your path. Every person thinks he has the best justification for doing whatever crime he's  committing and I'm no different.

I owe you an apology but it'll never be delivered. If I finally steal your lotto ticket, that'll be the end of our forced acquaintance. Well, except for maybe that one future invite we both know is coming. Until then, let's put on a good show for the rest of the world. We both want to seem humble and in a greater light than the darkness that really covers our hearts. I can fake it if you can and it's probably easier to leave it at that.

I've already made my decisions, one way or another. The excuses are lined up and the play ready for reenactment. All we need is for the Playwright to give the orders and we'll be on our ways. I'd say may the best man win but I wouldn't really mean that. Even if it happened, I already have a plan lined up. Before that happens, here is all my anger, love, and vindication on the cheapest silver platter you will ever find.

I'm not really much better than you at all, am I?

Love in Sand, Pine, Snow

Love in Sand, Pine, Snow

Just because there's a goalie doesn't mean you can't score

Just because there's a goalie doesn't mean you can't score