NEVER AGAIN

Note:  all friends had once been a stranger - many at first bearing gifts.  Some gifts may have been nothing more than a simple jester of a warm greeting when you had been at your loneliness.  Other gifts may have been some fancy talk, a grooming of sort that had wormed its way into your blinded acceptance.  Other gifts may have been money, clothes or even more… all of which had been expertly and premeditatedly used only as some sort of emotional pry bar to rip open your venerable heart making it easy prey.  Now you are left hurt – again.  This “friend” turned out not to be a friend but rather an enemy disguised as a friend bearing gifts of the promise of a true friendship – possibly even love.  True, and all too sad maybe, is that if we never want to be hurt again, we will never be happy again because we will have to close out all possible “good” friends in order to protect ourselves from the enemies of all hearts – ourselves and our expectations of others.