#not to say they r not caring pple regardless. but to say when my friends bring him drinks they ask me what he likes. when my friend bought
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finally grieving a friendship breakup
#mad that pple in my class think they know us or anything ab us when they don’t. and also like. idk. i don’t think pple know him as i do#they can know him differently and deeply ofc but i feel like. he was not telling others what he was telling me and pple will not know me as#he did. i may not have been the closest he’s felt to someone but have they seen him tender and kind and soft? have they had his voice in#their ear reading aloud all the lectures when they were sick? i can tell his facial expressions apart by the light in his eyes. i can walk#into a coffee shop or boba store and know what he’d like. i know what cake he likes what his jean/shoe/sweater size is. i am the one they#ask for birthday gifts for events etc etc. even if not directly i hovered in the peripheral and i don’t think he knew but pple learned him#through ME and i think i will always be bitter ab that. bc he gets to be emotionally walled and have pple understand him w/o any of the work#bc *i* did the work. i learned him i cared for me i dug deeply into him and then i was able to create pple who knew how to care for him too#not to say they r not caring pple regardless. but to say when my friends bring him drinks they ask me what he likes. when my friend bought#him bday gifts or when we went to dinner they asked me what he likes. what his sizes were. no one else had a clue. they were trying#obviously but the knowledge holder was ME and he got to enjoy it all in the end w/o any credit on my part
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