The truth is that what I miss the most, is the friendship we had.
Like when something great or something terrible happened, you were the first one I wanted to call.
I wanted to share the things I learned with you, because I knew you would always understand exactly what I was saying, like we spoke the same language.
I wanted to teach you the things I was taught.
Most of the time when I couldn’t put the things I wanted to say into words, I didn’t need to, because you always got it, just by the look in my eyes or the unspoken feeling expressed all over my face.
You would look at me and I knew it made sense to you.
I knew you would recognize the significance in the things we shared, that you shared the same passion for truth as I did.
The friendship I valued got overshadowed by worldly desires, complications, distractions and people that wanted to pull us apart.
Fear, selfishness, ambitions, pride and all things of ego destroyed the beauty that was not of this world, until there was nothing left but shreds of something unrecognizable.
And the rest of the story, as the story always goes on, is unwritten.
But my hope is that what is unwritten, is something not of darkness anymore, but that it is of the light.
Because there is always room for hope.