I think about you often. I am drawn to you almost daily. What you say matters to me. I want to be liked, I want to be listened to, I want to be heard. Sometimes I get that satisfaction. More often, I feel I can’t keep up with the conversation. Or don’t have the energy to.
You make me laugh, you make me cry, you engage me. You have been a part of my life, and I’ve shared my life with you. It’s been a positive relationship for the most part. Though I sometimes feel things are coming at me too fast.
I don’t like the anger. I don’t like the blame. I don’t like the fighting.
I do like to argue, to articulate my thoughts, express my feelings and views. I can be vulnerable at times, coy or sarcastic other times. I am grateful for the room to be many things.
Sometimes things get bad, feelings get hurt. Some of my friends have told me to leave. I’ve stuck around.
I can’t quit you, Facebook.