bye, but thanks

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      We walked up the parking lot, chatting as friends do about meaningless, silly things.  I heard the whispers behind us, worried of the fact that I was talking to him, but I wouldn't budge.  Gosh, he was a good friend.
   We waited for them outside of the restaurant, standing in front of the door.
        "I just don't feel like I have many friends, popular with people, you know," I talked to him like that, I was honest, because he was honest back, and I needed that, I still do.
           "It depends on your definition of popular," he leaned back a bit, "Everyone I know likes you."  I smiled.  Thank you, I wanted to say, and I believe I did.
          The friends found us chatting and I was pulled away from him, told to hurry up, I was in her way.  I did it, as a service to both friends.  They will never know how he kept me grounded for awhile, kept some sense in my head, let me be honest when they never do.  They pushed me away because I was in the way.

They can no longer say that now.

        Now I no longer talk to him.  I saw him in a different light, and it made me back away.  I do so miss the honest chats. So, I just wanted to thank him for every time he ever listened to me, and though he will probably never find this, I just want to send it out into the cosmic void,

Thank you.