A goodbye to an old friend

He died of a broken heart, lonely and alone. No friends to say final goodbye, no family, children or even neighbors that knew him. His friends left long ago, or to say more truthfully, he left them. Tormented inside since and because of his tough childhood, he carried anger wherever he went. And he projected that anger onto his friends, family and lovers. He made good friends, but lost them in battle with ego. He found a soulmate, more even, but was too afraid to settle down and love unconditionally. His father’s betrayal left him incapable of commitment. He was good with children, but never had his own. Or at least, not that he knew. He was quite intelligent person, with wide range of wisdom, but he never managed to use that knowledge in his favor. He often felt he’s better than the rest of us and he rubbed that in our faces. He was able to be extremely kind, or hideously evil. He was never average, always on the edges of life, reason or death. His eyes were deeply curious, sweet, but often aloof. He loved to laugh, but in more occasions he needed to cry. His tears were real, his pain so unbearable it was almost unreal.

He lived a little, loved a lot, he sought for peace and peace he got.

Now he rests. Finally, in peace.

Day 51 of my 100 Days of Writing Challenge.