To think, I knew him since I was 4. He took my virginity and continued plucking my flower free of its petals until I required more.
I needed more water and sunshine…and someone who’d take care of what I was giving him. I didn’t hate him. I just moved on. He had an entire garden of wildflowers and I was a mere dandelion.
…so, I thought.
He got married, I was in a long term relationship and life elapsed by…
Years later, at a time when we seemed to be rediscovering our friendship, something clicked. A trigger was pulled, a phrase spoken…and before long I’d angered him. Not intentionally…
All I said was, “she kinda looks like me”…and now, I’ve been introduced to an uncharacteristically long chill.
I get it though. I see that things are not salvageable. I had to say goodbye in my heart…not just to him, but to his mom who has been another mom to me. To his sister and nephews…to everyone.
37 years of friendship and love…disconnected over a single phrase.
Oh well, sometimes it takes a lifetime to find out when a season’s ended.