What I know is I formed a strong friendship in a precarious environment. The friendship flourished at the cost of much that I knew. I blamed the friendship on my losses and resented it, but time showed me its own beauty and purpose. And now that I hear a supposed fate all I can do is shrug. I truly believe that once someone sees how vulnerable we can be, once they hear the pattern of our heartbeat, and learn our favorite snocone flavor...that that person has been entrusted with a precious glimpse into a soul.
To leave people for any reason is to throw away something as delicate as a baby's grasp. But in truth, we don't need what we think we do. I am staring at the life ahead of me, completely alone for the first time in my life. I acknowledge my family and the friends that I still have as supporters; no one can walk my walk though: it's all on me.
I want to write my novel, the one that's been forming in my mind for years. I want to pay tribute to my grandfather, to his memory through my words. I want my book to be successful, and I want my first book to start a career of writing more stories, stories I want to share with young readers, especially girls who have experienced inner turmoil, self-esteem woes, and heartbreak.
It's not the end. Goodbye is not strong enough of a word to be the end all experience.
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