Quarantine
"I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling the truth than adore me for telling you lies."
-Pietro Aretino
Well, we've all been there, haven't we?
We'll have those friends, the ones that have been to hell and back with us, have put their arms around us as we bawl our eyes because of some stupid insecurity we have. The same people that will climb on top of our old high school, sneaking sips of rum out of a Coke bottle just to feel badass (even though we're both legal) and trying out our ju jitsu skills on a cold October night while we're both tipsy. Those friends that you didn't even think you could love in more than a brotherly love way, then one night it just smacks you across the face.
I keep getting told that it's always best to fall in love with your best friend. I say that the people who say that have never had to deal with falling in love with their best friend, because they don't know what it feels like. Because you wanna know what that kind of love feels like? It's like a poisonous seed that has been planted, and already taken root. But you can't dig it out to get rid of it because it grows to quickly. When you think you've done it and killed it, you find out that another root survived and is already infesting another area of your heart. And it's nigh impossible to kill. The only way to get rid of it is to burn the whole area that has been infested, but you can't. Because your heart has been taken over, and to burn your whole heart would kill you.
So you deal with it, attempt to quarantine the infection that will destroy everything if it's given free range. And most of the time you do a pretty good job of it, but then the jealousy hits you like a sledgehammer to the gut every time you're reminded that your best friend will never be your's.
And in the end, the only company is your thoughts that keep saying
"Love shouldn't hurt this much."
-Pietro Aretino
Well, we've all been there, haven't we?
We'll have those friends, the ones that have been to hell and back with us, have put their arms around us as we bawl our eyes because of some stupid insecurity we have. The same people that will climb on top of our old high school, sneaking sips of rum out of a Coke bottle just to feel badass (even though we're both legal) and trying out our ju jitsu skills on a cold October night while we're both tipsy. Those friends that you didn't even think you could love in more than a brotherly love way, then one night it just smacks you across the face.
I keep getting told that it's always best to fall in love with your best friend. I say that the people who say that have never had to deal with falling in love with their best friend, because they don't know what it feels like. Because you wanna know what that kind of love feels like? It's like a poisonous seed that has been planted, and already taken root. But you can't dig it out to get rid of it because it grows to quickly. When you think you've done it and killed it, you find out that another root survived and is already infesting another area of your heart. And it's nigh impossible to kill. The only way to get rid of it is to burn the whole area that has been infested, but you can't. Because your heart has been taken over, and to burn your whole heart would kill you.
So you deal with it, attempt to quarantine the infection that will destroy everything if it's given free range. And most of the time you do a pretty good job of it, but then the jealousy hits you like a sledgehammer to the gut every time you're reminded that your best friend will never be your's.
And in the end, the only company is your thoughts that keep saying
"Love shouldn't hurt this much."
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