Hello.
I've come to write about this friend
Of mine. Not many know her, but
More than a million will claim it.
But I know her, and I can tell you
She's something different. Now,
when someone climbs out of a
black hole in life, they are
usually alone, but she was there.
With problems, she was my beacon
and I her sailing ship. But answer
my question, brothers and sisters:
why? Why was this great piece of
gold wrapped in such a protective
veil? Why didn't I see my savior
a month before her advent?
Because I had not seen.
No, dear friends, I had not seen a
thing until I saw her face that day.
Few words were spoken, but one
thing did radiate loud and proud,
and that was hope. The next
meeting was ten times more
magical, for I could actually find
out who my savior was. At this
time, I learned that people loved
when it was not even their idea,
that their hearts could take them
and send them on journeys where
they would never venture alone.
I pose a question to the ones who
shall read this: why do we let our
feelings defeat us? Why do they
always win when we try to use
logic against them? Why don't our
hearts listen to words such as "She
lives too far away" or "I never talk to
her, so we'll never be friends." For
some reason, we always let it win.
Now, you may see both of us with
others, both of us living lives that
are only loosely affected by the other.
You might make the assumption that
we are merely friends that talk when
the moon changes her phase. But, alas,
we would be the same if our thoughts
were never heard by the other.
Our relationship has endured through
some of the greatest hardships, and
it shall fight and forge through any
more. It is the bond that links the
sections of the bridges of life together.
It is the link that makes everything else
fall apart when it is not present. It is the
catalyst to the intricacies of life itself.
I have told you about such a person, and
you have probably made an ocean full of
assumptions. This is warranted, for I don't
even know the full extent of this friendship.
But, I do know one thing that may very well
happen. We might be the only soul mates
never to share a name. And that might be
for the better. I know it's odd, but isn't life
odd?
