01-06-2018, 12:00 AM
I once loved (of the romantic variety, in addition to the other ways) my best friend. We would have these amazing hours long conversations about all sorts of things. His mind was the most beautiful thing I had seen. A masterpiece in a simplified and watered down version of reality.
I missed my best friend.
Somewhere along the way he decided I wasn't right for him at that time in his life. In his absence, I wandered into the ocean and fell in love with the creatures of the sea. The beauty of nature is so different than the beauty of man. In nature, I forgot I was man.
I'll always love him. Hearts never forget those kinds of things. My powdered milk friend is always with me, no matter how far down into the sea I dive.
Capsules of time like those don't happen often. They are rare gems. I can never be that version of me again. This version remembers that version, and the memories are more than enough to be reminded of how wonderful and magical these journeys can become when we allow ourselves to become lost at sea.
I missed my best friend.
Somewhere along the way he decided I wasn't right for him at that time in his life. In his absence, I wandered into the ocean and fell in love with the creatures of the sea. The beauty of nature is so different than the beauty of man. In nature, I forgot I was man.
I'll always love him. Hearts never forget those kinds of things. My powdered milk friend is always with me, no matter how far down into the sea I dive.
Capsules of time like those don't happen often. They are rare gems. I can never be that version of me again. This version remembers that version, and the memories are more than enough to be reminded of how wonderful and magical these journeys can become when we allow ourselves to become lost at sea.