friendships-friendships there and there (for me at least) friendships-fuse. Friendships are the low-fuse the literary work, arguably, slightly overestimating the role of literature, in fact are low, period. Although not happen to coincide with the opening of a new topic in a new book. Friendships-fuse, as its name suggests, are those who jump into pieces so they do not jump on pieces back. It is always new friends. For some reason it seems that it is easier to tell certain things to a stranger, someone who knows a little time, a friend of several years or a lifetime. And there are strange and foreign. Some friends recently the care. Care means that you never, ever going to tell me something disturbing and find the edge of syncope. Whom to talk then when anxiety increases, and neither therapy nor the writing or the blog achieved? Certain things have the kind of voltage that blows up everything. And, of course, one counts them and jump around. Let me clarify: it is to jump into pieces the other, which is shatter friendship. But it is not easy to unscrew and throw away a friendship like a fuse. That moment when a funeral is discovered too late that this stranger was no stranger. There were images, words, complicity, love, beauty of signs that had been knotting, and one is left alone with all this, as if a loved one had died. And the relief at having survived the pain expressing itself and thereby sacrificing a friendship, then diluted to understand that the cost was too high. And the relief was still mourning. The end starts with a silence (one justifiable very justifiable) in the email. Silence that threatens to become permanent: there was no time to ask for a phone number, and if there had been, at some point the disintegration of the link is no guarantee that a call will fix things. A marriage can fall apart in fifteen years, a friendship fuse, in fifteen days, five, in a particularly bad weekend in fifteen minutes. At the onset of pain followed by the even more painful struggle not to mourn, and most likely at that time you have someone close enough to destroy a link crying more and trigger an unstoppable chain reaction, a snowball effect snow. At least the crying content, such as physical emotion, it is interesting to observe. Have to put up and join forces to take note, always useful. I have been through this many times and I know that the most fucking are the first 48 hours. Support the happy scenes film parading one after another like a montage of scenes mersa silent with soundtrack of the Oscar-nominated song. Helpful to think of friends who are, friendships-friendships that just at the same time affirm and deepen, their papers and thinking in their kisses and the joy of their reunion (if they knew if they knew!) Hope it helps to think new friendships (if you know!), but alas abandoned passwords, and from the look of eyes forever lost, broken complicity ay, ay nicknames again not pronounce. Best
not entirely lose hope that maybe tomorrow in the box Email displayed something. A miracle, " Subject: RE: Are you still there? ." I used to think it was better not to open the mail until we have full confidence that he would be able to withstand not find the email miraculous. Now I prefer to just open and weather the shocks, and get me the question ... No, it is not in doubt: the certainty that there will be nothing and WHILE waiting for the miracle. Another is to keep sending emails that no longer are confident that will be open, but that can backfire, destroying the last remnant of that friendship so short and fragile and that was crushed by his own anxiety as a seedling which passes by a steamroller above.
It is best to leave with dignity: a good-bye email, but that seems to bounce, because that would be a self-fulfilling prophecy. Apologize, just in case, but with height. And repeated that phrase to an end of that novel that Chandler's "Farewell, friend. Do not say goodbye."
UPDATE 30/11: ¡¡¡¡¡ WROTE ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!
I replied and now I'm going to breakfast.
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