My friend asks me what went wrong. Why the women from before decided to leave. Why his heart remains broken. How he isn't getting anywhere. I tell him I cannot read minds but I can see him being in a better place without their pull. How he's doing better, how his job is something enjoyable and how he's finally independent and free to roam and do as he pleases.
It hurts me when my friends can't see themselves through the lense of my eye, full of true love and the best wishes. I wish they loved themselves the way I love them.
I wish they would forget the lives that didn't.
I wish I did too.
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