truth be told…

I still miss my friend E.  It’s been over a year since her death.  I have a great group of friends who are mourning together.  I have things in my life that keep me busy.  I have good friends in my life.  I have a supportive and loving boyfriend.  I talk to my mom and/or dad regularly, albeit not often.

But when I need some one, need someone to understand me, you know, I still miss you, E.  You somehow were able to just let me be, and to listen and to be there.  I miss you.  i don’t think about you everyday, like I used to.  But when I’m in need of support, you know, I miss you.  There was something about the way you were who you were that gave strength and peace to others.  So, you are missed.  and you are the one and only person who could fill that gap.  It takes practically a village to try to patch up support of the kind you were to me.  why do we always realize how valuable, just how valuable something or someone is until we no longer have it/them?

Truth be told, I still miss you. Truth be told, I will always miss you