Euology For a Friendship

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Today I buried a friendship, and it hurts. Today I realized that what I thought was alive and well had been on life support for months and it was time to pull the plug. I held out hope that with a big enough transfusion of faith that it would survive. But tonight I looked at the shell that remained and realized that the soul was lost and that the spark that gave it life burned out not with a bang but with a whimper. I kept pounding on its chest, I just knew that the heart was still there and that I could revive it one last time. I was wrong. I saw that it wanted to go to a place where it could fade in peace but it was so beautiful that I wanted to see it last forever.

Today I accepted that my friendship was dead and closed the casket. I looked at it for a long time and knew that I had been embalming it not saving it. It looked good and for a moment I thought I saw an eye flicker then I knew it was an illusion. As I walked away, I glanced back, pinched myself to see if it was a dream. Not this time it was all too real.

Today I told my best friend farewell and finally believed that he did not need me and that solitude was the best gift I could give. I know that I hurt and that it was not what I wanted but sometimes friends have to give each other what they want not what they want them to have.

Today I lost a part of my heart, my soul, and my life.
And it hurts.

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