What changed when we spoke

Two things came from that conversation.

It made me realize I was being stubborn
and precious.
I was being little,
not a friend.

You became more real, more anchored,
and, in being so, something was lost.
Some mystery,
You became more solid and less a thing of my imagination.

Part of me misses the fantasy,
but, maybe this is the better way.
Like putting the safety back on.

I still don’t know which I like better.

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