Chapter Forty-Three: "Latina"

"​It's all in the writing, however, I guess in the end, it's all about the interpretation of said words."

You do not know me as the others, and perhaps one day you will, but today is not that day, for today you are still hard to reach. You are not far, no, that is not the issue.

You are around, but not enough to learn me.

Not enough to allow me to show you who I really am.

That is okay. I know he trusted you when he needed a friend; I know he needed help when the fallout occurred. 

Someone for guidance. And you were there.

For that, I appreciate you for who you are. Even if you are not as close as you could be.

Nevertheless, you are there.

A valued friend. A valued person to trust.

You've helped in many ways; you've allowed a good time to be felt without the need to pressure that which we no longer use.

To join in an environment full of temptation, and yet, to have a good time.

With people.

With friends.

With some form of enjoyment.

There is no party like your parties.

And perhaps that is a good thing.

A safe haven.

A promise.

A lesson to be learned. Endured.

If only I could understand you more. And allow you to understand me as well.

Someday.

Perhaps.

​But today is not that day.

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