About The Curly Haired Introvert

Yet Another Piece

I was listening to a tale told once too many times. At first, I felt nothing. The words echoed slowly through my brain, and I hung up the phone. Nothing. Nothing resonated through me as I laid there on my side. So, I turned onto my back, surveyed the ceiling, and repeated almost thoughtfully, those sad daunting words. I felt a high in my heart. The kind of high that rises from sadness right before it settles heavy on your heart. There it was. That crushing feeling of loss. A weight pressed on my chest that no amount of calcium could lift. I had lost, yet another piece of my happiness.  

January 11, 2018

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For me, all that I have been able to remember is that I cannot keep my friends. Eventually, they will always leave. Or even I, myself, sometimes will drift too far to return. In this case, someone I loved dearly left without saying goodbye. I'm not sure why they moved, only that is was to be with family, and to that I understand.

In about two weeks will be the anniversary of this phone call. She was the second person to have left me that month, and thinking about it still hurts. This was written for one person but really it represents two incredible women who changed my life for the better. They were my mentors and souls sisters. I will always love them.