Echoes.
Echoes of yester years
Time waited on us as we both grew out of our awkwardness and blossomed into womanhood. From changing hairstyles, adapting trends, adjusting lifestyles, gaining and losing friends, we braved the tides of change together. I held your hand and you leaned on me as time walked with us. When either of us fell, one stooped down for ( Read more... )
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Now, on to this beautiful, resonating piece of awesome you've written.
This was just. It was so full of life and joy and I could actually feel the bond that held you to your sister/friend. Then as quickly as the years built up and you were together, I felt the loss like a punch in my gut at your parting.
You’re now a stranger to me, and I to you - shadows or echoes of our past selves we desperately held onto....Time was neither our friend nor foe. It felt like you were neither too.
God, so. So much painful truth and somehow, if I can say it, beauty in those lines.
And this...There, before us lie an ending or a beginning. What shall we choose?
We extended our hands and said, “Hello, stranger.”
*hugs* Tentative and hopeful and just. Touching.
Thanks for sharing this, bb. I really have missed you.
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*hugs back tightly*
I barely have enough time these past days to update myself with everything, except indulge myself with Lindsey's R/K fic (:D) because.. uhmm.. a friend came back for a surprise visit, hence... uhmm.. the piece.
*grins*
and thanks a whole lot for your kind words.. Writing this is definitely relieving. I too am hopeful for this.. change. *crosses fingers* ;)
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My life intertwined with yours, comfortable silences, thoughts read and deciphered, personalities drawn to the detail, all of which marked our friendship. We are alike and yet so much different. We grew together, changed together and faced life together. Time was our friend.
In my case, there's no such thing as together. And TIME was never our friend.
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:(
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