This is to a Friend

* My friend wrote this to me recently on May 22, 2005. It means a lot to me. I wasn't sure where to post it so yeah. If you could vote it would mean a lot to both of us. *

This is to a friend. A friend that cries herself to sleep. For every tear is for him, the happiness, the pain, the heartache. She’s not good enough she says. She tries to let go but first loves are hardest to let go of. When she looks in the mirror she sees no beauty that others say that’s there. If she’s not good enough for him and not beautiful enough for him to hold then she is not good enough for any one. But what she does not know is her beauty is not gone. She’s to good to be held and she’s to good for that shit that he pulls. She knows that she won’t stop loving him but she needs to stop trying not to love him. She’s trying to hard and he is doing the same. When she looks away he looks at her in a way I cannot explain. He still loves her but he’s trying too hard. Trying too hard to forget the love they had. Well, I guess I’ll get to what I wanted to get to. That she’s to beautiful for words. She was good enough for him then and she’s good enough for someone else to hold. Now she needs to be happy with herself and someone else will come to hold her and say that they love her. She says I’ll never understand until I love someone as much as she loves him and she’s right. But I love her as my best friend and I know she will find someone to love and they will love her. Well, this is the end of me explaining to her how I feel and how the tears of pain, love, heartache, and fear will never go away they will just get better and one day she will find someone to kiss away her tears. But until then you will go down a rough road of more pain, but I’ll always be there for her through it all.