Cater-cousin
From Dictionary.com:
An intimate friend
Sitting on a bench near a park, near a harbor, I am waiting for you. Furiously I'm writing, or trying to write something, or not really writing anything at all because I cannot concentrate on the notebook in front of me, try as I might to construct something beautiful from the sunset on the water and the greenery filled with families and couples. I'm not quite to loathing it all just yet. I'm too distracted to care much about the scenery at all.
I'm pissed I'm waiting for you to come so I can tell you I'm pissed at you. Am I pissed at you? I don't know why I would be, but things are definitely suggesting that I am. If I tell you that I don't know why I'm pissed at you, would that make it better? Is this the kind of thing we should work out together? Everyone else we know has pissed me off today and I know precisely why. Were you guilty of the same?
And here you are, cheerful and unpissed because you are not me. I am struck by how much I don't want to be pissed at you, and as much as I strive for honesty, not telling you that I am seems like the best option right now. I'll leave it at that.
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