You
never know how people truly affect you until eight years have passed…and you
are still brought to tears in and instant when thinking about them. My life has been affected by few people
outside of my family over the years – and I guess that I could have considered
this one a family member too. He was
there for the better part of those years when the people around me made a
critical standpoint in my life – and above them all, he is who I remember. Of all the times to have him pulled away from
me, he was just as I entered high school and it was a time that I would never
forget. It took me almost two years to
even start to heal and…I think it’s been six now since I could I forgive.
He
doesn’t know anything about this…and why would he? To him, I was just a kid… I was there for his
amusement, if nothing else. But, I was
okay with that then… Maybe, if only for the fact that knowing that someone whom
I, without a doubt, put onto a pedestal might
have wanted me around? Kind of
ridiculous, isn’t it?
These
days, I don’t have a clear explanation as to why I got so attached to him
then. But that attachment resonates with
me even until this day. It’s always
been hard for me to let him go because it seems like, every time I am about to
start, he gets thrown back into my life somehow… even if it is only for a
day. One day, five minutes…can make a
world of difference.
This
morning – maybe it is the lack of sleep or maybe just the memories brought up
by an e-mail I got from a friend – but I find it hard not to cry for him. My tear ducts are pretty much super glued
shut a lot of the time, but they are starting to break a little free now, lol.
And,
I just wonder…does he know the effect that he had on me? Did he try?
So
even though I doubt he will ever read this, I feel the need to put it out into
the universe…
You
are loved, old friend. Despite
everything that you are suspected of doing and how easy I found that it was to
hate you – merely because it was easier than missing you – you are loved. The profound affect that you had on my life
will always go remembered. I just hope
that you realize it. And not in that
egocentrical manner that I’ve seen from you.
You might be the only person that I’ve ever truly loved – and lost – and
missed.
If
you ever do see this – and figure out that it’s about you – don’t laugh too
hard at me, okay?
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