Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)

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Febuary 2, 2005:

"You have to admit there's something strange about your friendship."

Well. No. Not really.

That friendship was interrupted by externals. You, primarily. My breakdown. We never had any falling out or other crisis. Now we're happy and grateful to have reconnected. You could be generous and be happy for us. It's a shame you're not.

There's something small in that. Petty, mean-spirited. That instinct or devil or whatever it is that leads you to twist and spin to find some angle, some hook that allows you to claim martyrdom. As if you're victimized by other peoples' happiness. When the truth is that no harm has come to you. None of any kind.

Our friendship is the strange one, really. Yours and mine. Always has been. That's ok.

Come down from the cross. The view is clearer from the ground.

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