You spent so much time pushing me away. You never trusted me. Never thought I was good enough. I was the enemy, I couldn’t be trusted. As hard as I tried to understand you, to help you, to be close to you, you tried harder to stay reclusive. I was insulted. I couldn’t understand what I was doing wrong. Or why you just didn’t like me.
Then something happened. I don’t even know what it was. But you changed. Or I changed, into something, someone you decided you could trust. You let me in. it changed everything. Suddenly we were inseparable. Or, as inseparable as two people who live 900 kilometres away from each other can be. We spoke every day. We made each other happy. We were the best of friends anyone could ask for. I loved fighting with you more than having fun with anyone else.
Over time, I realized why you tried so hard to push me away. I always thought you were hiding. Protecting yourself from getting close to others. But as it turns out, it was me you were protecting. You weren’t scared of getting close; you were scared of hurting me. You had a plan for your life. A plan that, no matter what happened, because too much had already happened, could never change. Too many things had made a lasting impact on you, changed you in so many ways that this was all you wanted. You didn’t think I would or could understand. So you tried to protect me from your secrets.
I’m glad you decided I was okay to trust. Because even though I was only a part of your life, after all it was only two years we knew each other, you made more of an impact than anyone ever could. More than anyone could even come close to. I hope you felt the same way about me. I know I couldn’t change you, I would never even try, you were too good the way you were, but I hope I helped take some of the pain away. Even if it only went away for a little while.
It has been seven months since I have heard your voice. Seen your face. Felt your warm touch on my permanently cold skin. I miss you. More than you could ever imagine someone could miss you. You taught me everything I know about life and love and friendship and driving in Montreal.
Thank you for being you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for everything. For coming into my life and leaving the deepest and most incredible footprint imaginable.
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