Knowing which secrets to keep and which to give up is hard. Once you’ve said it, told, it’s the ruined potential of a friendship when you just had to fuck her, or hyped films, TV shows you see before anybody because of the time difference and enjoy the power and have a big mouth.
She forgives you because there is no-one for you. Every chance you blew and not in the positive sense, if there is one. Even her sister you shed like ill-fitting skin and she’s seasonal. You’re not eating enough to keep clothes on, sleeping to stay alert at work. You should be winning now. Instead you’re a knocked jar. The glass is intact but the uncooked pasta, the M & M’s spill.