Tonight, it was you.

You were a douche bag for all the times you have been in my life; but in our interactions and exchanges you were kind, to me at least, despite your capability for strong animosity.

Today, we met again – at a mutual friend’s 21st. If we were close as before, this evening’s  conversations would have coursed differently.
But – I would’ve been hurt, broken as before. Most likely. Damaged, wrecked.

Just now, you apologised for us drifting apart. It seemed sincere. And so, now we are talking again – hmmm. I wonder how long this would last. If you are worth – keeping in my life.


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