Once upon a time, I knew someone…..
I was very close to this person; “in cahoots” …. partners in crime…… someone I will always remember. Perhaps the one person in the world that I had ever known who I was truly able to …. simply BE with. All walls removed; unguarded. Instinctively in tune with. ‘Friend’ seems such a pale shade of color for the relationship I had with this person.
We had personal demons…. both of us. There was misunderstanding…. and pain.
Bad days came to stay.
This person overcame one of their demons…. And when the bad days went away… I could not help but see that this person… Once so important that words fail…..
Had become a pale imitation of what I had known, and loved about her.
Here’s to conquering demons…… and the price that is paid.
I will never have another friend like that again…. because she no longer exists.
And now my existence is a pale imitation of what I had known, and loved about it.