there’s still time

In another life we would be friends. Best friends, even. Soulmates. But maybe soulmates are too alike to be friends. With soulmates there is no possibility of putting up a façade; it is everything or nothing, and these days the latter is easier, less frightening, less of a burden. I’ve had those friendships before, where there is no in-between; one step through the door and we are lying on the floor, bare-bodied, a face full of tears. It becomes too much to bear. These days we don’t get past the pleasantries. One misstep and we dive headlong off a cliff; it is better to keep to sturdy ground. How are you, the weather’s been great lately, I heard you got a new job. Perhaps soulmates are never meant to be.