Friend?

And sometimes the honesty hurts and the truth stings – not the jovial prick of the love pinch, but the biting of the hornet attack. 

But you say it anyway, don’t you?  You assume and you analyze and you declare who I am and what I am and why I am that way.  I am your friend and you are mine, but you are dangerously close to overstepping boundaries that should not be violated.

These arms will continue to hug you, though.  These lips will offer up smiles and laughter and comfort and shared gossip and love.  But I am waiting and watching, keeping at a bit of a distance, afraid to let you see me again.

But you already know so much, don’t you?  Do you know it all?