Whoever said love is the only complex thing deserves to be shot, buried, dug out, and shot again to make sure s/he’s dead.
Friendship is no different.
All guessing, nothing is straight forward. Wouldn’t it be so much fun if everyone can read everyone else’s minds?
That would be kindda creepy I guess.
No more Sherlock Holmes. I’ll take the easy way out.
Am I thinking too much? Most likely. I’ll keep it that way.
PS. don’t worry, I’m not suicidal 🙂 thanks, though.