It's odd how things turn out in, or near the end. Like how I always said I would never leave New Jersey, so far all crossroads in my pathway are heading out of state. Funny thing, right? It's a bit nerve racking. I love it here. I love how I live within extremely close proximity to New York City. I love how it's easy to get around and there are always tons of places to go to. I love everything about it. I believe that many people have a certain attraction for the area they are born in. Damnit for happening. Parting would be a bit easier, though I think I'm coping well. Come to think of it, I think I'm coping quite well. When things really bother me, I seek advice and try to get some comforting words from people, but I have not really done that. In fact, I think that I have only told a select few about my (highly) possible parting from the area. But maybe I shall be worrying more once the decision is final, and complete. We'll see.
I really did not mean to start this off about my future plans, this really was going to be about a bestfriend that I had for a long while, so I shall get back on topic. Our friendship was quite strong, and me meeting a greater, more compassionate and caring friend looks bleak. I could feel comfortable telling her everything, with the exception of one thing I was not comfortable talking about, but there must have been a certain comfortableness with it because I have only told her. A story that will never be written.
She was there for me, and I for her through thick and thin, always around and up to giving a lending ear when needed. We were comfortable enough to walk down the blocks or around the lake holding hands on numerous silly occasions. When the men came to bring us down, we would be able to say the right things and feel beautiful again. An odd thought, but If we were ever to go lesbian we would be a happy and lovely couple in some sort of odd dysfunctional way. Anyway, Well, even through the manipulated parts in History books text always seem to point out that with every start of there is a downfall and in that sublime relationship I had there came its' demise, naturally. How it happened? I am not quite sure. I like to believe that in all things there are a reasons and lessons to learn behind them and now that I'm thinking, maybe It is one of those "It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all", meaning, perhaps I went through this experience and lived through a great two-three years of life or-so.
Well, whatever it is, it was worth all the while.
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Dear Sergio,
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