Years go by.
Jello's been dead a full year now. It's weird counting time like that, I know it's been a year since I spoke to her last, even though it's been less than a year since I found out. I still miss her like hell, she didn't judge me and when I was bothering her she'd just blow off a couple days and come back just as strong a friend as ever.
She'd stand up for me, agree with me, defend me; even if it's not what she believed. Most of all she gave me strength. Strength enough to stand up to my family and move my ass out to NM. I wouldn't have done it if it weren't for borrowed courage. The next closest thing I have is my cat, whom I think senses my pain through osmosis or something. He's always in my lap when I'm upset.
All these good qualities and she's the friend that had to flip and end it. Next to no warning, just boom.
Goddamnit all.
She'd stand up for me, agree with me, defend me; even if it's not what she believed. Most of all she gave me strength. Strength enough to stand up to my family and move my ass out to NM. I wouldn't have done it if it weren't for borrowed courage. The next closest thing I have is my cat, whom I think senses my pain through osmosis or something. He's always in my lap when I'm upset.
All these good qualities and she's the friend that had to flip and end it. Next to no warning, just boom.
Goddamnit all.