To an almost friend.
- canelaflames
- Oct 10
- 1 min read
Context - I read this to someone recently. I was asking him why his friend would do such a 'bad' thing. One look at her made me want to be friends with her, too. She is radiant. Who wouldn't want her in their orbit? An idiot would not want her in their orbit. However, we were never able to establish a friendship under those circumstances. I wish her the best.
Why do friends of ours sometimes do bad things? I can tell you that as soon as she walked into the room, I knew she had a fierce confidence about her that made me evaluate how I view myself. Upon seeing her beautiful haircut, I considered cutting my hair in a similar way. But her eyes already held contempt in them. She remained unmoved by my pleas to leave the mental health facility. This fact is still heartbreaking. Because of this, I never got to know the real her.
Maybe she is not a mean ass fucker, but I never got to see the gentle side of her. I wish I could have because she is beautiful. Even when she appeared angriest with me, I have the image of the light saturating her melanin in a way that deserves to be captured on film. I regretfully did not have my camera with me. Just by looking at her, I could tell her soul was strong, but she was hurting. Why do good people, potential friends, do bad things? Our souls could have benefitted from being friends. Maybe in another life.
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