Dug me a hole, dare I climb out?

"Love is not the drama; it's the comfort. When I realise that for myself,
I will be an adult."
--Quoted from a friend who quoted from a chat friend

They were friends. That's all there is to it. They may not have spent a lot of time together but they talk. And talking is a big deal.

They say talk is cheap. But talk can also be the most valuable connection you have with someone. When you spend your time just talking, it heightens the trust. Although, at the same time, lowers the sheild. You bare your soul to the other person as you give him the edge. He has you. He now holds you in his hands. Your life, your thoughts, your being.

They talked. And she said just enough. Til she said too much. Too soon. And she knew that on the instant she opened her mouth. And she couldn't take it back. Well, she tried but it only made it worse.

She wanted to crawl back into her shell and never see daylight again. But he was there, just there, doing nothing. He was just there.

And she loved it when he was there.

Yeah, ok, so maybe he was there. But something's changed.

And she realized that he could be right in front of her and be a million miles away.

She looked at him. He looked back. But he didn't look at her. He looked through her. And the apathy she's seen in his eyes was a sobering hit.

The drama disguised itself as comfort.

Maybe she were an adult. Maybe.

Then again, she could be wrong.

Tonight, they'll talk, yet again.

But that's all there is to it. Just talk.