Our friendship started 6 months ago today. I caught a glimpse of you in the reflection of a bus window. I quite liked the look of you. You seemed cool and trendy. We decided that we wanted to see each other again. The first few times we met were awkward occasions. It just didnt seem like it would work out between us but there was something about you; a spark, a dash of colour that separated you from others. You started to grow on me. Everytime I saw you it put a smile on my face. I hadnt been happier in some time. Our inseparable bond was into its third month; wherever I went, you went. Be it a trip away with friends to Newbridge or to a concert in Dublin. We shared the good times and the bad times together. Whenever I cried you were always there to catch my tears. But most of all you gave me an impenetrable self-confidence. Things began to turn sour however when I woke up to find you covered from ear to ear in pina colada lube cavorting with my ex-girlfriend. The image of droplets falling from your whiskers still haunts me to this day. Everytime I saw you from that morning on was fake and weird. You just seemed dirty and un-manageable, a loose canon in other words. I figured it best that we go our separate ways. I have lost a friend and regained my innocence. As I sit in my bedroom writing this story I throw a glance at the mirror attached to my wardrobe. I can see you looking back at me. But you are not here, you are gone. I stroke my smooth cheeks. Wish you were hair.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 19:27:40 +0000
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