Life is Beautiful

Angel

March 10, 2009

Dear Charlie,

   I did something bad, I broke a promise, and I feel so ashamed and weak.

  I don’t know why I did it, it just happen, so fast and sudden. I hated the feeling of heat down my throat, I could feel them getting out of my eyes as I cried all night. Nothing to do or say, just drank, and well almost smoked. But I think my body wouldn’t take it.

  I needed someone to talk to; I couldn’t call you because you don’t have service where you are. It sucked, I scrolled my contacts a few times, until I saw her name, “Sam” we’ve been closer now, talking about anything in general, sharing our secrets, talking about our experiences. She has become one of the closest people I have. She has become a friend.  I called her that night, and she was so nice to me, I couldn’t believe how patient and calmed she was, because I was drunk, I could barely remember anything we talked about. Just a few words; she was there for me though, and that is all I needed then. I think I talked about how Laura broke my heart. Of course why else would I drink… I talked about all the things that had been on my mind that day, my lost cousin, friends, and Laura too. I told her (and I remember this) that I was a bad friend, or must be, because lately everyone has been letting me go like if I wasn’t that important to anyone. She just listened, and listened until she finally spoke.

“You’re so important to people and you don’t even know it.”

  Or something close to that, I can’t really tell yet. But she made me feel better, even though I still can’t believe it as much. At that moment, when I was talking gibberish, she was there for me, and I felt loved. I remember thinking, “she’s like my angel, because every time I talk to her, I feel safe, I’m not afraid of being judge, because I know she won’t do that to me, like you, I can trust her with anything; and she will be there.”

Love,

Joctan.