Scarred

A note about the wounds of a friend.

Two men giving a deep, warm embrace. | “Black men hugging” courtesy of Nappy.co

I want to have friends, but friends hurt.

You start relationships you say are worth keeping because there’s value.

You get close to people. People who know you but don’t understand. People that hear you but don’t listen. People you grip up but don’t feel the pain you want to share because you know the cost just might be too much for them…