My friend Iman (whose stuff is linked to the left) reminded me again a few weeks ago to finish my story, and so before I chicken out again...
The last time I saw her when she was still somewhat at ease with me, I told her some things that changed all that, things that, to some inexplicable extent, I still mean today. I took a break from all the work I'd been doing today to go to the shops and I was suddenly reminded of how liberating it feels to just leave and forget about responsibility for a while. I thought about her, like I still do every day, and I remembered that the last time I went out regularly was with her, and how happy that made me. I guess there's no way to sound unsentimental about all this so I'll quit while I still have some dignity left. I haven't heard her voice in ten months, haven't spoken to her properly in eleven but, wherever she is, I pray she's happy.
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