Truest Love

There was a point in my life I reached where every day was an inevitable nightmare. A struggle - survival of the fittest. My greatest joy was the knowledge that I had the power to make it all go away. In a single moment, I could choose death over life - could enter into a black infinite dream.

But I couldn't, destiny wouldn't allow it. My fate was written and I was forced to endure. But you were there. Like my beacon in the night you guided me back towards life. You showed me compassion and friendship and love. You were my release. With you I was whole. I was loved, but not in love. Taken, but not restrained. Accepted - allowed to be myself.

In the world I'm in, every day is a reason to live. But I allow myself to wander back through time. Allow my heart to dwell with you. Every memory conjures sublime happiness. I remember your touch, each kiss was like water to a desert flower - revitalizing and renewing. I remember the notes we passed when doing so was forbidden. Stolen kisses under the stars - so many secrets - each one sweet and wonderful

You twirled me once. In a moment of playful exuberance you swept me into your arms - I felt the room standing firm against our motion. The sweet taste of smoke, uniquely yours,the strength and passion of such an embrace - the world was gone. We were alone - you - my friend - were all I needed.

Providence has captured that moment, crystallizing it in time and predominating it among treasures on my tree of happiness, remorse, love, and heartache. It is a reminder that only the passing breeze is constant. A beacon to show the way to my heart, a token to remind of all that life holds.

Love is a strange notion. It is so carelessly thrown - so commonly found. Like dirty socks, it has value - but is tainted in content. But in that moment, love was deeper than romance, or notion, or sacrifice. It was captivated as friendship - so strong - pure - untainted - resonating through years and circumstances. Amounting to nothing more than deep, unbreakable camaraderie. Stronger than blood - made by choice.

Thank you for being my reason - my dearest friend.