Today I realized a few things, mainly that I love to be needed. I held my friend has she cried in front of me for the first time. I wanted to do anything to stop her from crying, I wanted her to know that I cared for her and that I wasn't going to leave her. After I held her, she begged me not to tell anyone about what I witness. But I felt like I was being let in on something so special. Here is someone who is closed off to the rest of the world. but I was allowed to see her cry.
After I dropped her off at work I tried to collected my day, and what I was going to be doing for the rest of it, but somehow my mind wondered back to the imaged of that single tear caressing her cheek. The look in her beautiful multicolored eyes, that for once hide nothing.
I called her a few hours before her shift ended. She said that she felt weak, and even fell into a shelf. I was worried about her until I picked her up. I wanted to help her with her evening to do list, I just wanted her to know that I would be there for her, even though I wasn't in the past
On the drive back home, I smiled at the thought of my new friendship. Six years ago, this person was my girlfriend. I failed to be there for her then. But now, just after a few months of reconnecting, I feel like past has been forgiven.
Although her and I will never have a romantic relationship again. I'm happy to be her friend, to have not completely stop talking to her, like I have with every other person who I have left in the past.
I hope she never reads this. Since I promised I would never tell anyone about what happen