There is a newfound peace in letting go, being free inside once again. Once I was the prisoner to the unrequited affection I had to one I called my friend. Hard, so terribly hard, it was to accept that it was unbalanced, that I cared, and showed more care, than I received. The silence and neglect was unbearable, but the day came when I finally took my mother’s advice to release her, to accept that my friend she was no longer.

Today, I do the same again and accept again this wise counsel. This one was different than the last, but many similarities it had to the first. This time was easier to accept because I learned faster, attached not nearly as deeply, and knew now the process to acceptance of loss. Some days I am sure it will still hurt, that I will oscillate from joy to grief, but each day that passes from now will paint my sky with greater blue to cover the prior grey. Still I seek the close bonds I desire, and still I believe in myself and what I want. And sometime, somehow, someway I will find my closest of friends.