Comfort in the old foe

I could have made do with a little more comfort tonight.

But it wasn’t meant to be.

I didn’t want the hug, simply because I didn’t want to break down, and neither did I want to find it hard to let go.

And I couldn’t be that selfish.

I feel like looking up an old friend(foe) of mine.

Very close to it, actually.

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