The definitive point in which an acquaintance reaches the exclusive rank of “friend” is the point in which you identify a particular wavelength that only you and the other share. Regardless of the authenticity of this telepathic affinity, be it illusory or genuine, you will nurture a comforting zone of exclusivity. A humorous, emotional and sometimes disgusting peculiarity. One that will come to define your identity’s as friends, rather than individuals. The quality of this union of souls is dependent on time. A carefully designed predestined equation: (Soul N x Soul Y), subject to the denominator of time. Time off course being a synonym to freedom, which is a synonym of choice. Freedom that is far too valuable, and far too wholesome to be considered as a bottomless well of fortune. This all being the happy sum of computable factors.
And here is the problem. We have lost that exclusivity which we once had. Which we had taken for granted. Limited freedom is indulged in other pleasures, and the sum of our happiness has evidently suffered the consequences. So egotistical had our souls become, that forgotfullness swamped us, and we had overlooked the fact that equations are equally reversible as they are beautiful. Il m'attriste.
And now that we sleep alone, I stay awake questioning. Was our love illusory or genuine?
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