I dreamt that you were with me. I wanted desperately for us to be friends. I tried to keep you for just a tiny bit longer. But our friendship is impossible. We live in entirely different worlds. Even in my sad dream this was a harsh reality...
I wonder if losing someone in death might sometimes be easier than losing someone in life. And then I wonder if friendship should be a thing to be had. This could turn into several pages of rambling. But to know that someone is alive, that they're living, breathing, experiancing life; shouldn't this be a joyful bit a knowledge even if that someone is no longer apart of your life?
...And now I've become only a distant memory. This is an unsettling fact but my life goes on.
Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
1 Corinthians 13:7 NLT
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