My Greatest Love. My Greatest Enemy

You would think this is easy to do, but I bet you have never experienced such a thing so I advise you to keep your mouth shut.  You have nothing to say if you are not able to relate.  If you can relate then you can know how much this is tearing me apart.  You know how this situation is searing my heart.  You know how it feels like my soul has departed this cruel world.

“Okay, okay,” I can hear you saying that I am laying on way too much.

But, once you look at his soft, short, brown hair with his bright, blue eyes you will cry out with dismay.

“I dare you depart from one like this!” the voices will say.  “You are out of your mind to do such a thing!  You are a monster!”

You say those words now, but have you ever gone through a love/hate relationship.  A relationship that has gone more toward hate than the days of adoration.  Many of you will give me an affirmative, and show me sympathy as the day has come to finally part ways with my friend.  You are probably shedding tears as we speak.  I know.  It’s tough and I know if you have made it through and moved on then I can do the same.

Before I part ways I’m sure you want to hear about the history of my friend and I.  I can hear some of you screaming at me to just finish this drama so you can move on with your lives.  Quit being such a selfish bastard, I will reply in kind.  You will understand even better if you hear how close our relationship was and continues to be up to today.

“Is he related to you to be so close?” I can hear many of you ask.

I have known my friend for so long you can say we are elated.  But, when it comes to blood I will tell all of you that the answer is in the negative, but there are many times I wish that the answer was in the positive.  Once again, I’m sure many of you can relate.

“Do You have siblings?” you ask me.

I do, but they are not even close to a friendship as the one I looked at now.  All of you with siblings can probably relate.  You had and possibly still have turbulent times with your siblings, making up as you hit the twilight years.  Or maybe you will never make-up, hug, and come to love each other.  As I think of everyone’s siblings you are realizing that you are bringing tears to my eyes for I’m going to say farewell to my friend.  You know how heartbreaking it’s to tell  a friend such and see the sorrow in their eyes.

“Enough!” I cry out.

You were told that I’m going to start from the beginning.  Your patience is probably running thin.  You need to chill and let me talk.  Will you allow me such a privilege?  For you who say no, go take your ass somewhere else.  Many of you will be in agreement, but please do not have thoughts of bodily harm.  You will  come to an understanding when you hear they have never experienced such.  You might show pity.  You might say they are lucky not to.  But we have, and time to continue on.

Have you ever met a friend on Christmas day?  You would probably clap me on the back, give me a high five, or some other congratulations to find out my dear friend came into my life on that beautiful, giving day.

Have you met someone, and love at first sight?  I’m sure the majority of you will say yes.  Maybe not the majority of you, but a decent percentage.

You will have thoughts of good vibes to know we hit it off, and the best days ever took place.  Days of dealing with moody siblings came to an end.  You can relate.

Life was constant with my friend as years ticked by with very few squabbles.  The few times you wonder is one my friend was nowhere to be found.  Do you think he wanted to be away from me?  Do you think he found another friend?  Do you think he was mad at me?  Who knows for when we united after the short time his smile melted away any ill thoughts.  You wish you could relate?  I’m not the only one in this messed up world to rebound, and you know it.

As the years go by it starts to be more difficult for us to have a loving relationship as many of you have experienced.  Would you say we were growing apart?  Somewhat.  Would you say I was outgrowing him or he was outgrowing me?  Possibility.  You can probably answer better than I.  Can you?

You would say it was the camping trip with my buddy, and others considered less of a bond that our bond started to unravel.  There was less attention toward my friend so every time I saw him I got the cold shoulder.  Not sure if you can relate to such?  I’m sure many of you will raise your hands with a shout out with, “Aye!”  You could see the disappointment in his eyes.  You would think he would join in, but instead remained silent.  You can say our rock solid friendship started to crank.

As the years went by our relationship split further and further apart.  You would think we were enemies at times for the more friends I would bring home they would ridicule my friend when he showed up.  You can hear the laughter from outside once they caught sight of him.  At one time, you would be amazed how zealous I defended my buddy.  Now, you saw me join more and more of the ones who were mean to my love, my friend, my embarrassment.

You could see my transformation toward him where I didn’t want him around any longer.  You could say my best friend was becoming my enemy as I wanted nothing to do with him.  Not sure if you have the kind of parent’s to step in and try to heal the broken friendship.  In my case, it did not work.  You can say our relationship became abusive with me implementing it the majority of the time.  You would break down and cry to see my friend take it without a word.  It was time to end it, but parents intervened.

You would say that he still had some sympathy for he stuck around.

Time ticked by, and you could see I was maturing.  You would love to have kicked me for I ignored my friend.  Then the day came that you would have been excited to see my look when I saw my friend.  Just like me you would shed tears to see the condition of my buddy.

“My God!” you could hear me cry out.  “What have I done?”

You can say the bond was united, but it was too late.

Not sure if all of you would agree with my next step, but here I am 

Looking down one last time.  I was about to close this relationship, but stopped for all to see, especially you, if I did not speak what has not been spoken since I was very young.  You would be in agreement that there should be no regret.  This would be a huge regret.

“I love you,” I said as I looked at Henry.

You could hear the faint sound of taps as I put the lid on the shoe box.  I put the box in the little hole I dug, and tossed the dirt over it until it was completely buried.

You can say my love for Henry might be strange but, he was always there for me, and listened to me.  You of little heart will cry out he is a doll without a soul.  I will tell you he was my best bud.  You can go away now.  Thanks for listening.