A friend I’ve had so long, and one that I feel like I could tell anything to. Someone who I know has strong opinions, although I’m so familiar with that I don’t ever mind if they’re critical of me. A friend I haven’t often compared to other friendships; one that I can call real.
I’m thankful for the life that we’ve been through together, and the life we’ve lived apart. The challenges I’ve seen you face, and the ones you’ve moved away from. The people you’ve been with, and your reactions to mine.
The words escape me now, all I can do is feel what I’m feeling. I miss you.
Who’s to say exactly how I am supposed to feel about the relationship I have with my family? It’s a question that’s confused me for years, and yet I don’t feel any closer to answering it now than I did when I first asked myself. Time’s passed, my relationship with…