My Best Friend

August 19, 2010
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Every day I walk out the door.

Sitting there, waiting, is a handsome, tall man.

He smiles his perfect smile.

Every day I ask him who he is.

Every day he says "You know me better than I do."

He makes me laugh, while we're together.

I cry every time we part.

One day, I figure it out. The perfect, handsome man...he is my hatred.

I depend on him every day.

I can't let him go.

Yet I must.

One day, he will completely disappear.

Another, he will come running back.

I scream for help. Nobody comes.

A single tear forms in my eye.

It turns out my best friend is the one I should despise the most.

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