Apr 2014
There once was a boy. I knew him pretty well, we shared ice cream on hot, humid days. We were the cause of grey hairs in our nursery school teacher's pretty brown hair. There were sleepovers and empty soda cans. Bright blue crayon pictures on Mother's freshly painted beige walls. The early demise of Marshall our cat, who had somehow found his way into the bathtub and of course the mystery involving the disappearance of my elder sister's pony tail.
This boy,he wasn't my brother, he wasn't related to me. He was my partner in crime. My best friend.
and I was the girl next door, the light at the end of his seemingly endless black tunnel.
We just fit together, completed each other, balanced out the equation. Okay, yes we weren't the very best behaved 12 year olds in Summer Street, but we were kids. Kids who had discovered profanity and rude finger gestures, kids who had acquired the amazing skill of sarcasm and attitude.
As we grew, however slight, we were struck down by the harsh brutality of life and its obstacles.
We were shown love... and heartbreak, and we were inevitably exposed to the evil within humanity.
What we realized, was that we were both still true to each other, that in our 23 years of shared existence on planet earth, we had found one of the rarest combinations created, in the palm of our hands.
Love and friendship.
We thought we had found happiness and peace along with it, little did we know society would ruin it all for us two.
There once was a boy, he was my moonlight and I was his sunshine.
There was a boy, who was engulfed by pain and sadness at the hate and hurt being thrown in his direction.
There was a boy, was a boy who was my whole life. I woke one day to find a man with an empty pill bottle and a pillowcase of soaked gin lying in the spot where the boy I once loved had taken his last breath.
There was a woman, yet to be found. Found on a cold, blood soaked sheet with a revolver in her hand, next to the man she once loved.
Once there was a world that loved without limits.
In its place - a world that rips apart, deceives, and criticizes.
A world run by a heartless society.
This boy,he wasn't my brother, he wasn't related to me. He was my partner in crime. My best friend.
and I was the girl next door, the light at the end of his seemingly endless black tunnel.
We just fit together, completed each other, balanced out the equation. Okay, yes we weren't the very best behaved 12 year olds in Summer Street, but we were kids. Kids who had discovered profanity and rude finger gestures, kids who had acquired the amazing skill of sarcasm and attitude.
As we grew, however slight, we were struck down by the harsh brutality of life and its obstacles.
We were shown love... and heartbreak, and we were inevitably exposed to the evil within humanity.
What we realized, was that we were both still true to each other, that in our 23 years of shared existence on planet earth, we had found one of the rarest combinations created, in the palm of our hands.
Love and friendship.
We thought we had found happiness and peace along with it, little did we know society would ruin it all for us two.
There once was a boy, he was my moonlight and I was his sunshine.
There was a boy, who was engulfed by pain and sadness at the hate and hurt being thrown in his direction.
There was a boy, was a boy who was my whole life. I woke one day to find a man with an empty pill bottle and a pillowcase of soaked gin lying in the spot where the boy I once loved had taken his last breath.
There was a woman, yet to be found. Found on a cold, blood soaked sheet with a revolver in her hand, next to the man she once loved.
Once there was a world that loved without limits.
In its place - a world that rips apart, deceives, and criticizes.
A world run by a heartless society.
