In a moment of reflection, I have reached the conclusion, that I play the waiting game a lot. Waiting for a phone call. Being bestfriends with someone is hard work.,sometimes. Enough so, that you end up playing the wating game. And when your not, or you become tired of it, you feel guilty for aserting yourself. How can one put such a hold on you. They blind you with self importance so that you do it willingly and without question. Its a thankless task that we do, because, we care. We are compassionate people who get wrapped up in these relationships. Sometimes where it consumes our life. Where our lives are planned around it. And we don’t complain. They would do the same for us right? Had we ask them to partake in the game?We all do it, weither or not we will admit it, but we do have that one friend, that has us at the quick. The ones we are rewarded with, by thier friendship and we are endowed with thier secrets that they tell us. We earned their trust and companionship. In return we share life.