peace, again

neither of us possesses the emotional stamina required for permanent silence. #

Edo and I made peace. Again. He apologised. Again. I explained the same thing. Again. But this time I think he actually understood the distinction: if there is something he likes about the way I behave as his friend, he can identify the actual quality instead of using my name as a weapon. `”I wish we could talk without everything becoming an accusation”` is about your relationship. `”Why can’t you be more like Alice?”` creates an imaginary competition nobody asked to enter.

He finally wrote, “Okay, you’re right.”

I should have taken a screenshot and printed it.

Then we spent an hour arguing about hardcore, which is apparently how our friendship resets itself to factory settings.

Remember me, Eclipse.