For a friend

I want to help him, but I think I won’t do it by comforting him. He’s had enough self-pity. I think what I could really do for him is be his friend – a true friend.  His trusted friend.

Someone who’ll see beyond his pretentious laughter and smiles and still accept his pretentiousness.

I could be the friend he’ll meet on the subway and become the reason he’d change his whole schedule.

The unexpected happening he’d want. Gladly, I would be.

Even if just for a day.

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