I wrote this with both perspectives in mind.
We may have busy lives. Different tunes. And our strings may be withered. But no evidence of deleting the harmon that binds us.
How can I delete what is in my soul. My love, my best friend.
There aren’t enough ‘complexes’ in the world.
I love you, Mal. You are and always will be my best friend.
I am just doing the best I can. I am venturing. I am lonely. I am resurfacing. And I am grateful. Then I am dancing in the rain barefoot; only to wear my best shoes at night. (Rightfully so)
In peace, in love,
most of all,