Hope your feeling better tomorrow, Feather. That time of year when everyone is coming down with colds.
What can I say now, my whispers become screams and my fears realized. To lose you would break me. Why didn't I fight harder against the tide that was my love for you. I wasn't seeking love, it captured me and before I had a chance to fight it I was overcome by it.
I tried to chase it away but time ran out for me, not that I ever would have won, but perhaps I could have subdued it, long enough to get away. Now it is here, crashing down on me and I weep uncontrollably. I've been beaten by it as night falls.
As new light dawns and because you mean more to me than I do to myself, I will promise to not give up. The struggle will go on and I will continue to fight against it, hoping in the end to save a piece of us and we can one day laugh about it all. Friends like no other.