The first half of our lives is spent stubbornly denying it. As children we acquire language to make our selves understood and soon learn from the blank stares in response to our babblings that even these, our saviors, our parents, are strangers. in adolescence when we replay earlier dramas with peers in the place of parents, we begin the quest for the best friend, that person who will receive all thoughts as if they were her own. Later we assert that true love will find the way. True love finds many ways, but no escape from exile. The shores are littered with us, Annas and Ophelias, Emmas, and Juliets, all outcasts from the dream of perfect understanding. We might as well draw the night around us and find solace there and a friend in our own voice.
So true. =( About the growing up, acquiring best friend part, and when your friends realise it's time to find something they love you'll get ditched.
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laffu, i assure u that i will never ditch u no matter what. I will never exchange u for a hot boyfriend. Well, unless he is rich too. :p
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