One of my best friends got married. A guy who was/is my sounding board, one who taught me that being different was OK, who found in me an intriguing mixture of confusion and confidence, of innocence and complexity, whom i loved and who loved me…he who found my eyes beautiful, who thought i was a witch with oriental charms bewitching unsuspecting guys, who insisted i must have been a princess in my previous birth, who taught me basketball…, a guy who made me feel beautiful and loved down to my toes.
We found each other rather too late in life – when life was about to take us down different paths. But in the short time we were together, we shared more than some people share in a lifetime. We parted as friends, with no bitterness that usually marks the end of a passionate relationship.
i wish him happiness. And i wish him strength to be himself, always.
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That is a pleasant and sad post, all at one.
Tk care.
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