the fair-weather friendships are not real — they do not tell you everything: a barrier separates you and them. whether they don’t think you’re worthy enough to let in or because they don’t think others will accept them for who they truly are — the barrier is insurmountable by design.
the friendships that are real — there’s a trust that lingers. disclosure, reciprocity, the search for them first in a crowd, what makes a relationship last — over and over.
so it is, so it shall be; i accept all of it
baby g’s diary 