As I sit across from my friends
whom I'm close to at this point in my life -
at 35 years old,
time plays in slow motion for several moments…
Mouths are moving slowly and
smiles are like stills of old favorite pictures
and I wonder to myself,
"Will you still love and respect me
the times our relationship grows sour?"
When you love me at my worst,
there's something very sacred about that.
It's easy to be a friend to a friend.
But can you love amidst the thunder?
Can you still respect a foe?
So I proceed with caution because it's worth it either way,
the bittersweet risk you take when you
open up a door.
~ L ~
