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Friday, September 12, 2008

Music: I Can Tell - Saosin

I told my friends all about you.

I told them how ridiculous you were. I told them how frustrated you made me feel. How irrelevant your reasonings were. How vague you could be.

I also told them how much you get me at times. And I told them the nicest words you would say without sounding like they were plucked from a movie, or a cliche. I told them of your stubbornness. And, I also told them of the times you would relent.

I told them how terrible of a friend you were, but I told them with a smile plastered on. I told them of the times you stood me up, and pushed me away. And the times you were difficult.

Then, I stopped telling them about you.

Sometimes, they ask me of you. My silence was all I offered back in return. I realized they would not hear about you anymore than I would. I would not tell them of you, ever.

There would be no more exchange of exclusive files, there would be no more lagging images. No more unsubstantial conversations nor expensive phone bills. No more embarrassing pool games nor beer in your front seat. No more song guessing, no more annoying persuasions. There would be no more competitions- you won all of them.

I'm not quite sure when it all the ceases to exist, but it did. I took you for granted and hung up one too many times when I should have said more. If I had known you would eventually be gone, I would have. Or maybe, there came a point where my presence was no longer necessary.

Maybe I was there just for the good of your ego, or just an excuse for something else.