an admittance

a few years ago, i received a book from my then-best friend. it even had a nice little note in the front of it; written by him to me. in the inscription, the reason i had received this book was listed: because the main character of the book reminded him of me.

upon leaving school for my Christmas break, i immediately began to read the book and finished it within one sitting. he was spot-on. the main character was rather like me. i would tell you more, but i would rather you read the book.

after reading the book and realizing how well this friend saw me... i struggled with how i felt about it. i was content, yet uneasy; breathed a sigh of relief and gasped a breath of anxiety.

barely a year later, the friendship ended.

"His mind reeled. Now, empowered to ask questions of utmost rudeness — and promised answers — he could, conceivably, ... ask someone, ... : 'Do you lie?'
But he would have no way of knowing if the answer he received were true."

The Giver by Lois Lowry.

not sure why i am writing on this. it has been on my mind a lot lately.