Treasure

I stopped, gasping for breath.
I had just finished my story, with tears.
My friend looked at me silently.

I felt a cool caress on my face.
For the umpteenth time.
For the umpteenth time I told my story of betrayal.
For the umpteenth time I was given complete attentiveness.
And a cool caress.

I will never understand this hurt.
But I have to come to understand my friend's heart.
It is a treasure.

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