Thursday, April 15, 2010


We would unquestionably be friends, good ones. But there is a distance that must be maintained- it is clearly written in several of the social predicaments we find ourselves in- and there are prescribed limits that require boundaries for many reasons. And so, we smile a lot and grin when we talk. Our eyes glow with the undeniable connection that cannot be nurtured. We talk about meaningless things that mean everything to us, because it gives us the chance to talk. And there are no end of awkward moments that somehow we sail through without taint to the next encounter; because somehow, we are good friends even so.