I know your boyfriend is an asshole and I haven’t even met him yet. I wish I knew you well enough to say.
I know you don’t like me and that I wouldn’t trust you to make oxygen into carbon dioxide. I wish that you would stop pretending.
I know that we’re back on friendly terms, can bend an elbow together even, but I’ll never be with you again. I do wish that I could bottle that look from the first time I rejected you.
I know that you and your fiancé are happily ensconced in your life and you know that I love both you and her. I do wish that you and I still had our great friendship.
I know that you mostly mean well when you keep offering me that gig. I wish that I could take you seriously.
I know that you’re married and I am no threat to you, your husband, or your marriage. I do wish I didn’t enjoy being around you quite so much.
I know that you’ve loved me since before I was born. I wish you didn’t have such a fucked up way of showing it.
I know you’ve been sober for five years now and your sobriety is more important than our friendship. I wish the two weren’t mutually exclusive.
I know that you’re a gentleman and a stand up guy. I wish you hadn’t placed me in a position that asked me not to be too.
I know that I am a deeply flawed man. I wish I spent more time trying to fix the fixable flaws and made less excuses to place flaws in the non-fixable column.