To a friend      

He was like a child, definitely a mama's boy. I was a tomboy. Our paths naturally crossed. He was my best friend in the entire world. Time has replaced him, but he was one of a kind. He seemed so innocent while putting cherry bombs inside frogs (to make them explode, of course). It was kind of cool. We were 13 years old, so bare with me. Times were different then. We enjoyed the outdoors, running free without a care, having silly fun and all kinds of things like that.     

 

I was the one doing the talking most of the time. He listened. Sometimes he even gave me advice. He was a good listener.  

 

Growing up was hard, I wasn't a stranger to pain. He tried to comfort me the first time he saw me bleeding. He held floor tiles while I punched them, until my knuckles would swell up. I was just trying to get rid of my anger somehow. He understood that. One night he was staying over and we kissed. Friendship turned into something else. I wasn't very good at that. Neither was he.       

 

Four years of friendship resumed and for three months we dated. Some people say that's the best kind of relationship you could ever have. I can't say I fully agree. I miss my friend.  

 

I slapped him once. He made a rude remark, but I can't say that  made him deserve it. I've been sorry about physically hurting him for so long, perhaps too long. He never got angry at me though. He was a sweet spirit, so everybody picked on him. I defended him, I did not care that people thought he was a geek. He was my best friend. He held my hand during painful moments. He got to see my worst years, and he never left my side. Friends like that are meant to last, but faith chose otherwise. He deserves a medal for putting up with me. I don't care what anyone else thinks; he was my friend.       

 

To all the friends I've loved and lost over the years, for one reason or another.  I miss you all.