#bpd tendency

You know that thing? 

 Where we are friends? 

 I think I forgot to mention- it still surprises me. 

 You actually like me,

 choose to spend time with me, 

 want to be around me. 

 (at least it seems like it) 

 How is that even possible? 

 How does friendship work? 

 I know I try- sometimes too much- to be friends. 

(I bet you don’t know this, that I often shape my thoughts, my behaviors, around you) 

 Not because I need support, 

(although I do)

or because I am an eternal clinger, 

 (I promise I have other friends too) 

 but because I care. 

 I care so much about you- 

your comfort, your happiness, your self-worth. 

 My life is often molded around others. 

 And a lot of the time, my friends are at my center.