7 May 2011
As I cling on to her (as usual) and fight to hold my tears back. She leaves…my knees grow weak as I climb into the bus to steal a few more seconds from Time. As I looked at her for the last time my eyes met hers which, were by now sparkling with a tear drop that was held back with all she had. As I got down a sense of numbness took over my body and then the fear of abandonment returned like a dagger piercing my very being. I watched until my eyes could no longer keep up and the bus vanished and a tear escaped.
All I had now were my memories..memories of us in our prime, together we grew, together we loved, together we fought the sorrow in the world, together we explored a state of high and discovered a world with depths, we climbed the rocky path and lifted each other when we fell (though she did most of the lifting) together we sang and completed each other s lyrics, we cried, we laughed, we did the most crazy things, we fought, we shared philosophy, midnight snacks, we shared prayers, we lived. Now all that’s left of the word “together” is me wondering what I did “to – get –her”, to get a friend like her.
She wasn’t just my best friend she was the best kind of friend that I could have ever ask for. Can I call her my guide then? Or should I call her my angel in disguise? Well it really doesn’t matter what I call her...Whatever, she was, she was the best at it...and she was my friend and will always remain one...Distance to me is a test of Time and no matter how many years go by, I will never find a word to rhyme…
wow.. i really know what you mean.. and i feel the same.. i only wish i could go back in time and set everything rite..
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