I remember a story where

a girl pushed away all her friends
to be with the boy she liked.

It was an epic story
of loss of identity, emptiness, subsequent ennui
not for the girl, but for her insecure friends
and at such a sudden loss
sought to destroy
a beautiful thing in this world.

Isn't it senseless
to
pretend to understand someone
through the lenses of others?

This I fear, and very much hope
against so coming true
Don't let silence
fall between us two
Don't let the insecurities of
others
so cleave us through.

We have bedrock.