It's just that... maybe someday.

(sips coffee) ... what was it you wanted to tell me? i don't know anymore... you were always so articulate. Words have never escaped you... even more so... they have imprisoned me. So much is to be said... but the consequences that lie with each breath, each syllable uttered... there is to much to lose. you have never worried of the consequences before... as long as you think it's right, you'll say it... i don't think this is right... it's irrational, and a pain to my being. what is this thing that is reason for your being so... different... one of life's most painful secrets... yet still one of it's greatest joys. isn't it frightening though... imagine me... going through the stages of loss without actually losing... yet... what is it you fear you'll lose? you... i've always been here, and i probably always will. you should know that. i do... then what's your cause of worry? i don't want you to be there... what?... i don't want you beside me... being there... listening to me... have i not been a good friend? tell me whats wrong! no... you've been perfect... too perfect... then... i have to go... i'll see you tomorrow then. i thought you didn't want to see me anymore? i never said that... anyway, i'll see you tomorrow. okay... see you then. (leaves) (dials a number on cellphone) i cant understand him! why? he seems no not want to be friends anymore, but doesn't tell me why... and yet he also tells me he's afraid of losing me. so you're not friends anymore? what? no... we still are... it's weird... don't ask.. why do you put up with him anyway!? coz' i love that sonovabitch... yeah. i know.