He says: I want you to be with me still when the going gets tough. I say: Sure! Okay. Of course. I am TOUGH. Our love is rough, let’s do it. He says to me: I want you to be with me still even when I hurt you. I say: Sure! No problem. It’s possible I may hurt you too. Love sometimes cuts, but true love heals as wounds dig deeper, not weaker the truth of someone’s heart and intentions is often slowly revealed. He then says: I want you to be with me still despite the fact that I will use you. Intentionally or otherwise, it doesn’t matter. I want to use you because I think you are using me too. And that’s when I say: Nope. Sorry. El fin, darling. Enough. Because I never went into this to use you. I just wanted someone to ride in the boat with me steer along with me, as if I am the paddler to your canoe. You choose the direction, the adventure is all I crave You choose the destination, the company I seek, the love I will obey. I chose to love and cherish you, being grateful for your existence and only hoped and prayed for you that someday you’d be grateful and fond of my existence, too. That you’d want a friend to go along with you, in good days and bad. A friend? He asks then. Yes, my lover. My equal in every way, in due measure. My trustworthy advisor, my shoulder to cry on. Simply just being there. Friend. And didn’t anyone ever tell you? Real friends don’t use each other.
And didn’t anyone ever tell you? Real friends don’t use each other.