I always welcomed in everyone I met. There was a period of time in my life where I met a girl who made my world twist up and down. She made the skyline blur, to the point I couldn't tell the difference between dawn and dusk.
She filled a hole that I punctured into my own heart. Ever since then I couldn't help but make her my source of happiness in a time where I couldn't provide myself with anything. We both made mistakes. We both wrote such a messy book. But I loved her dearly, and maybe one day I'll meet her again. Maybe not as my illustrator, but as a reader, and I? Nothing more than a patron of her art.
It was time to let go. Though everything was fine, I started to sew my own heart back to a whole. Some things in life must be let go, like a lit lantern flying across the river to carry away one's wallowing soul. I do think about her, because that's the thing about moving on. You can't always completely throw away one's thought about another, sometimes they linger, and sometimes you question your decision.
You overthink on how it affects them, how their life might turn out. But then again, you knew your differences and aspirations strayed apart for the better. Life really is a strange phenomenon. The universe is a singularity we try and probe into, yet only overthink beyond our own soul to the desiccated end we all fear is inevitable. What'll happen when that singularity runs thin? We'll never know. I hop out of my own bed in fear of what might be someday. Let's live in the moment, though.
The flow of time really is a strange thing, yet, it has brought me to wonderful people who've given me the threads to my own needle. People whose faces run a novel smile onto my worn face. They're a precious ink in my book, a vital part of developing paragraphs that have yet to turn a new page.
They've done everything imaginable that has made me happy. Memories to reap that maybe I can someday tell to those who succeed my bloodline. Like knights at a roundtable they are the most closest allies precious to me.
I am but Arthur, and they are but the pieces to my excalibur. I am thankful for all they have done, as without them I wouldn't be able to wield a mighty sword that slashes away at every problem I seem to face.
Amber. She endures every bit of my tomfoolery everyday. She's a person who you can look at and laugh with because she'll most likely make a snarky remark about a mistake you've made or tease you on something. She's somebody you can feel safe with because even though she might complain about you tailing her you know she doesn't mind you around her. Amber's the type of person who will make fun of you on a daily basis but you know she'll always have your back, because she's a rare soul to confide in.
Jace. They're the type of person who is like the phases of the moon, ever-changing. But their kindness soars beyond where we've seen Pluto. Like Amber, they'll make you feel safe. They're like a crackling fire in a warm cabin on a harsh winter night because even in your most scarring times will they shelter you under the warmness of their kindness. They'll guide you along and help you whenever you need it, like those pathways in video games that light up whenever you get lost.
Hannah. I know two Hannahs. But where to begin? Hannah G. She'll say the truth straight to you, and even if it hurts she has every bit of your best interest in the truth, unless you're somebody who has done her wrong or whose truth is a mistake on your head. But she cares. She's the type of person who will look out for you when it's needed, and if you can look past the sarcastic, blunt personality and witty remarks you can find an extremely caring person with your best interests at heart, somewhat. You might view her as off or a villain but she's hilarious, and will screw a lightbulb into a room just to light it up if she has to.
Now Hannah K.? Where to begin with her as well? Well Hannah is a beautiful soul too kind for this world. She's gone through an awful lot. And though she has her own hardships to crush through, she has the most warmest and brightest soul to exist. Honestly, if you ask me? I say she's too rare for the world. Her soul is like no other, and even though she puts on a painted smile she truly does deserve the world at her hands. Like everyone else a room would feel empty without her, and even if you try to jam the lightbulb in it'll still be dim. The world is shit for putting her through a lot, her soul is too gentle for the shit she was put through.
Justina. How do I describe Justina? Well I can definitely say her personality is like no other. She can definitely light up a room with just her pure smile. She'll do almost anything to cheer you up, truly. Just her laugh will put a smile on your face. She's a charitable being who I owe a lot to for letting me borrow her...well you can guess. Days would be boring if her weren't for her hopping around like she does. She really does bring the sunshine to a room. If you closed your blinds she'd probably rip it right open to let the sun through, which isn't a bad thing. There are times where she might even have her own blinds shut closed but she should know she means the world to me.
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I wrote these about all my friends back then. Amber and I fell out, I have a tinge of resentment because it was just...regular high school drama, but I let go of my hatred. Jace and I just distanced but we're still cool, which, if you're reading, yes people distance and fall apart, but that's not a bad thing, just meant it wasn't to be. Hannah G. and I also just distanced but don't talk. No hate to her, though. Hannah K. and I are still solid, she's still a good friend. Justina? Well, that's no longer my business to discuss. Life can change people, that's all I feel obligated to disclose.
