When we became friends, there was an immediate and beautiful connection. Our conversations were rich, effortless, and meaningful. Talking with you was easy and exciting. Spending time with you was bliss.
And somehow, somewhere along the way it all fell apart. You told me within weeks of our becoming friends that you would fail me. I'm afraid we failed each other, friend. And I'm sorry. I wasn't well, and I wasn't thinking correctly. I was starting to be consumed by the darkness of my secrets and the fear of my life. I wish I could have pulled myself out and saved the beautiful friendship we had.
I promise I will always carry the fond memories, and let the bad ones slip into oblivion. I will remember your smile, your laugh, your tears, and the love for life we shared. I wish you well, now and always.
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