I believe it has been a month since I last seen you. I have wanted to write about it, I just couldn't process what was happening in front of me enough to put it into words. I don't think anything I will say will accurately describe how broken my heart is.
Foolishly, I had found redemption in him. I should have known that nothing that good could stay. However, he was my escape. I was holding on to anything I could just to make myself believe that the things he promised were genuine. I lost my grip.
Perhaps I found solace in the canary shade of his car, or the way he somehow always managed to make me feel yellow.
Our friendship ended suddenly. Someone snapped their fingers and flipped a switch in you. You no longer were concerned.
I suppose I had always known the day would come where you would distance yourself from me. Of course, I am supportive of you and the decisions you make. I only hope the one who captured your attention yet again always has the desire to make you feel just as yellow as you did me.
You have helped me blossom into the most radiant sunflower, and for that I will be forever grateful.
Now, it is nearing November and I feel myself wilting.
for the one I call 'Brother',
a.j.
