it's strange that moment of realization. that you truly love someone. in a way you always hoped you would, platonically, be capable of loving someone, so poignantly in the moment that there viability is shattered by a lie they do not have the courage to untell. because, guys, let's be honest, friendship is fucking hard. past high school, relationships are fucking hard. work. and conscious toil and laboring and trusting it'll all be worthwhile in the big picture of that 'lifing' thing. and to find a friend so worthy, so understanding of ones own heart, and feel decieved. how does one forgive, when the act can't be acknowledged. but i will. because i love her. and i trust, despite our sins, our cowardices- love is worth it.
