I wonder if we became good friends not because we had to sit next to each other,
but in between all the fun and laughter, we both saw in each other
something that reflected our own selves and what we were going through,
even as we tried to hide it.
A similarity.
Pain, hidden behind forced laughter,
a strong need to be understood, behind a mask of indifference,
a yearning to love and be loved, even as we slowly constructed walls around our hearts,
a desperation for something to hold onto, as we slowly drift into solitude.
In the midst of all the chaos, all we ever really had was each other.
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