This is how we part

"Stop asking why." You said.
"Why stop?" I asked.
"Because it'll be a short lived friendship." You replied.
"But why?" I insisted.
"Just stop. I am not going to explain it." You said.
"I don't understand." I proceeded forward with my agenda.
"Nothing to understand." You made it so finale like.

"Am I strange?" I asked.
"Maybe it's me." You replied too quickly.

"You don't like to talk." It was not a question. It was a statement.
"No." You said.
I was reminded of how you texted me.

"Yes!" is your standard response.

I was not going to get much out of you.

"When do people get possessive?" I liked to ask random questions.
"Is it jealousy? Is it because you feel attached?" I answered for myself.

"It's when you fear. Fear of the other person does not regard you as important. Fear of losing the person, Fear of losing that companionship."

"Do you ever get possessive?" I asked.
"I tried not to. Sometimes I do." You said it matter-of-fact-ly.

"I don't get possessive. You don't have to worry. I will never have to fear of losing you as a friend. Don't get possessive with me." I requested.

You didn't say a word.

"You are going to have a fantastic trip. A great trip with your family." You hugged me to say good-bye.

"I'll be in touch." You are such a good friend. Never demands anything, never requests anything. Just let me be. I like people who let me be.

"Should I tell you a little about me?" I asked  you once.

"No. You've told me everything." You answered.

You were right, everything, apparently. I told you everything.

I asked about your family, your siblings.

"Don't ask." You cut me off.

This is when things got complicated. You see.

We are friends. Friends are supposed to know these things of each other.

I dropped the topic.
"Just drop it!" you said dismissively.

Here is what I know.

We don't control how we feel. We can control our actions.

I suspected that you wanted to push me away.  You started to feel.

I like status quo. I like friendship. I like the lack of foreseeable future. I like the absolute certainty is uncertainty. I like to think you'd still be here, as, just a friend, when I return.

I waved and promised to stay in touch.

I did'nt think you will be here when I return or to stay in touch with me. It is truly for the best.

I would't ask you if you'd be here, still as just a friend. A friend is the only thing I'd like out of this.

I knew you wouldn't answer.

But I knew you better than you thought I did. When you didn't answer my question, I knew the answer was always "no." I wouldn't ask again. I hated silence.

Lights were dim. You wore your glasses because you'd always been farsighted. I saw your eyes turning red. I saw something I was not supposed to see.

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This is how we part.