two roses: peach and white

So you did call me the day after my birthday and redeemed yourself fully by bringing me the first flowers I've been given in like a gozillion years... or maybe since the last time you brought me flowers, which woulda been 8 or so months ago seeing as how we were still dating way back when you did that. I'm just coming to the harsh realization that I have been spending a great deal of time cultivating sisterhood that's not really there. I can't be upset about how my birthday was treated though since I wasn't around for you guys... but I wasn't out clubbing either. I forgive you for being just as good to me as I've been to you. If you really heard everything that was going on in my head from day to day you wouldn't be able to understand it at all. I'm already very different from you. I feel things differently, see things differently, love differently. I guess I've realized that ultimately, you guys aren't for me. That doesn't mean we can't be cool or anything. Homegirls or girlfriends is just not what I'll fool myself by calling you. God wants me to have more meaningful relationships built around the bond we share in Christ Jesus. Yes, there is fellowship in suffering but fellowship in suffering without drawing near to God is just suffering. Misery loves company, but misery should one day stop being miserable. That's what I plan to do. I won't hide my hurt or my heart anymore.