renaissancefreak

You're my best friend. You're the best friend I've ever had.   (Since I don't have that many friends, that's not saying much.) You know every single detail of my life,   (The details that are of interest to you, anyway.) No corner or nook of my mind is unknown to you.   (That's actually pretty creepy. Please get your own life.) You're always really supportive   (When you're not having an emotional breakdown of your own.) Because you understand me so well.   (After ten years, a chipmunk could understand me that well.) You know exactly what I'll say before I say it.   (Again. Creepy.) You've been with me every step of the way

My feet swing over the lake, the surface shifts and ripples. Cause and effect. It's humid; I breathe water instead of air. The sky shudders, tries to speak. I think this is called dramatic irony but I can't be sure. I don't as much hear footsteps behind me as I feel the leaves rustle. "Hey," he says. I don't respond. He sits down next to me. "You gonna talk to me?" I can't see him, but I know he's reaching for a cigarette in his pocket. Seconds later it is lit. Without my consent my head turns to face him. There's nothing more beautiful than light on his face. "Depends." "Come on. You'll feel better." He, too, swings his legs. Cause a