All We Had

My friend

I loved her.

Samantha (Sam for short).

I knew her my whole life. She was funny. Made me laugh every time I saw her. We went to school together. Faced the world together. Thought we were invincible. Until life became complicated. Her grades slipped. So did mine. We skipped class. We would walk back home and play with the goats. No one knew. Then Rick caught us. We promised to not do it again. Although that day we were caught it felt like we lost every bit of freedom we had.

It was all we had at the time.

So we found freedom in photography. Her weekends were spent at my house. Taking pictures for hours out on the farm and in the fields. 

Her favorite color was lavender. One day she died the tips of her blond hair. That light purple matched most of the shirts she owned. 

She was always so happy. Filled with joy and excitement. I don't know how she did it. Always bouncing off the walls. Always making jokes. Always smiling.

She used to smile.

But I think I ruined that for her.