At least that’s something.
The realization that everything has it’s point, everything goes in it’s place. The more… mercenary… aspects of my personality… the awareness of my feelings towards my family. I abandoned my family for most of five years, Suzanne. Five years, where a five minute phone call once a month is the replacement for a son, a brother. My family has been irrelevant to me, and I suppose that many of my friendships are no different. After all, if a man can let his family ties wither, what chance do his friendships have?
Simplifying things to their most common elements is one of my strengths, though it certainly doesn’t make me any more cuddly. But again, if everything has it’s place, and my friends all take place on a chessboard of a larger scale… I have my queen. I have Kevin and Damon, my knights. I would think that you would be a bishop. Perhaps the rooks would be taken by my more aggressive, stubborn friends. Rooks are so stocky, aren’t they? There’s a lack of grace with them, as if they’re just bulldozers, only capable of knocking things over.
It’s the pawns that no one cares about. Sure, it’s no good when you lose one, but you never remember which pawn did what, where it came from. You only care what it will accomplish; if you can get it to the other side to get a bigger, more valuable piece back. A lost pawn really means nothing, unless you have nothing left.
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