In the years I’ve known you, I’ve never had a problem being totally honest with you and sharing whatever was going on in my life and mind. You never judged me, or if you did, you kept it to yourself, but I always managed to know when you disapproved of something I did or said. You were there for me multiple times, and I would end up in the ER or be admitted to the hospital. It was always a comfort to see you there, checking in on me. I’m sorry, I never saw you as more than a close friend.
It pains me that, over the last few years, you pulled away and stopped responding to my messages. Insight I wish I had into what and why. Of course, in hindsight, I wish I had pressed you more. Then that morning, when I woke up with you on my mind, I knew what you did before anyone else did. It didn’t make it any easier that I knew, other than after receiving the call, it was confirmation that my insight was true.
After being informed of events that transpired in your life before this, I see how you came to this decision, but yet still left with more questions. I’m left with an emotional rollercoaster of guilt, sadness, and anger. You always knew how to get me stirred up. You’ve left me at a loss for more words, so I painted this for you instead.
The World of Dlo 