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18 Days
Have you ever met somebody and felt like you’ve known them for years? Have you ever had that instant connection where you feel like you are safe and at home by just talking to someone? The person who gave me that feeling is my best friend. I am so thankful that God put him into my life. From the second we said, “Hey,” I knew that this friendship was unbreakable.
We would talk for hours at a time laughing until we cried, sharing our secrets, and trusting each other to always be there for one another. Then the news came. The text I never wanted to see, the words I never wanted to be said; he was moving. After the news whenever I talked him just a swirl of raging emotions came: wonderful, horrible, love, longing, friendship, weakness. It would never be the same once he was gone. But the last eighteen days spent with him were like my swirl of emotions, but if there was a word to describe it, it would be beautiful.
Beauty isn’t just a physical or mental characteristic, you can feel it. You feel it when something is wrong, yet right. Happy, yet sad. Horrible, yet terrifying. It’s when something is worth fighting for, it is when something is worth keeping forever. Sadly, some things we can’t keep forever, sometimes we have to let go. When something is beautiful it’s not always happy though. These are my last beautiful eighteen days with my best friend. Here is my beautiful, horrible, wonderful sadness.
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