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The Last Goodbye
As people come and go from our lives, some get remembered, while others don’t. It’s not as if they did anything wrong, some do of course, and we would like to purposefully forget them if we could. It’s just they didn’t have enough of an impact, or perhaps they remembered in a very different way, like something we do in our habits or how we treat someone.
Some though… break across our skies like shooting stars in a flurry of blazing hues of passion, bringing that light, the untamed spark back, even if it’s for a single instant before it’s gone again.
As much as I write, and have read, right now, I don’t have enough words to properly articulate the impact you’ve had on my life. You witnessed all of me and more, and you didn’t judge me, and I love you for it. You only ever cared and reassured me, tended to me, even if it meant taking from yourself.
My admiration for you can’t be summed up in any amount of words, even though I tried to tell you every day how much you meant to me, sometimes it doesn’t feel like it was enough. I’m man enough to admit I failed as a friend more than once, and I’m still sorry that I did, but you loved me just the same, even through my faults, and my wild ambition.
It was a very surreal feeling that set in this morning, as I realized that it was our last goodbye. I should have known, with those tears in your eyes.
