His Response


Heavy percussion to my chest with each letter hitting harder than the previous as the word friendship poured out of your mouth,
through your fingertips and was
neatly formatted before my very eyes...
With each blow my encapsulated questions are consumed as I swallow them whole...
leading me back to the very moment that you told me that we "connected like old souls."
My thoughts entertain other thoughts and in my attempt to hold back tears I widen my eyes,
as my contacts threaten to commit suicide...
bottom lip quivering,
here I am left only to muster up the breath to whimper the word...
Really?

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