help me help you

You don’t understand,”  you flip your shiny brown curls over your sculpted shoulders, frustration furrowing your perfectly shaped eyebrows.

I look up at you, biting my lip. Perhaps it would’ve been better if I hadn’t said anything then.

The light turns green and I walk ahead of you, leaving thoughts of my failure behind.

You catch up to me in two long strides, strutting effortlessly without even knowing it, making the junction seem like a catwalk.

Yes, I don’t.
But I want to, and I am trying to.

Tell me, how can I be a better friend to you?


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