Cut Off My Right Arm

I think that about sums it up. Today I cut off my right arm; a good friend. I only meant to give myself some distance to disambiguate strong feelings I had for her. She thought I did not want to be friends with her at all. It de-escalated to the point where a perfectly good friendship ended. Only because a miscommunication and misunderstanding occurred in text messaging. By the time I figured it out, it was too late to salvage anything. I guess when dealing with matters of friendship, text messaging is not the way to do it. It is both of ours loss. I think we both know it and both of us will grieve mightily over our pride and lack of clarity; I guess me most of all because I as a man, I do stuff, like cut off my right arm; my good friend.

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