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“We can be friends.” The dreaded vocabulary stuffed into and imagined in a less meaningful “I don’t want to hang out with you anymore.” Could be. Or couldn’t be. We’re friends. I revel in that. The only discord in the whole gathered part is, I don’t want the interaction to extend into the realm of what you might desire. It just isn’t presently present for this specific person.

It won’t traverse that medium. It just isn’t there, waiting for what’s next. It gets arrested where it is. Why can’t that be an acceptable norm? I adore you. You have a place in my heart that ain’t about to exit the dramatic production. The caption on the next act just says, it won’t go farther.

We’re co-billed on the credits as participants in the various scenes, but off stage, it is just as well dormant as it is, not becoming an off screen Bogart and Bacall. If it is labeled as friendship, that’s what it plays out to be. And what is wrong with it?

I like your company. The conversations, actual and historical, hold a level of interest and the communication is fun. The playtime is limited. Emotion is the chaperone, not primed to go to the next level, and lacking the matches needed to strike a fiery potion to what you may want. So, why can’t it be content with where it levels its personal self. I enjoy the time spent. Laughing is fun. Gabbing is fun. Learning about your people, and sharing far out stories of mine is a nice way to spend time.

It just seems like it never follows that road, perceived as having too many potholes and cattle guards to sustain a smooth continuance. It always looks for more from one end of the magnetic pole and if it isn’t that pathway, the magnet is turned around, pushing away. It has to not be at all? Dumb.

We just can’t smoothly cope with what we are, or want to be, once those verbages are spoken. One has to give it all to naught, the other, explain that it just isn’t in the fifty two card deck to go beyond what the joker might call a limit. Hands played, and someone goes away sad, the other missing what was there.

Why does ‘just friends’ scare the crap out of one side of the supposed link? It’s that or nada? Ewwww. Seems like such a loss to how two people might interact and react to a life to live. It shorts the electrical system, making one side an undeserved villain and the other a whole bunch lonelier. Not a very pleasant turn of where things go. Is it okay to say ‘just friends’ and mean it? Is it accepted in the hallways of a relationship to be closely acquainted but not want to walk down the proverbial aisle or take up space in the opposite’s closet?

‘You’re my friend.’ If you really like someone, what in the hell is wrong with it? It could be relegated to a dream world, I suppose. The thought of not getting together for java, occasionally sharing overspiced burritos or just hanging out over a glass of wine comes with a level of melancholy that I don’t want to experience. I won’t carry it past ‘Go’ and collect my two hundred because there just isn’t connection in my chest for moving that token.

Sure, it doesn’t always work this way. But I like friends. Aug/2023