"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal." - From a headstone in Ireland
I wanted no participation in this topic for various reasons best known to myself. The truth is that when it comes to topics relating to the memories of a loved one who has passed away, I am always a bit hesitant, and that comes from my fear of death, which I believe is completely normal for many of us. Death is that one debt everyone owes, which must be paid sooner or later. The pain that comes from the loss of a loved one is one like no other, which is why I will be very brief with this...
I would have gladly skipped this topic, but for some reason, I couldn't resist participating in it. The more I tried to run far away from it, the closer I got drawn back to the topic, and that is why you have me here. I haven't delved too deep into this topic and yet the memories of her and the time we spent together have filled me up to the brim...
She was chocolate in complexion, tall, beautiful, intelligent, and blessed with long hair, one of the many things I liked about her. we started on the wrong foot, and for some reason, I was kind of attracted to her because of her personality, but her beautiful broad smile got me hooked completely. She had that beautiful smile that would make any guy fall head over heels for her, she was the first person I felt deeply attracted to back in my high school days, she was my senior and that didn't stop me from falling for her...
I liked her for many years, and from strangers we ended up becoming friends, with time she saw and took me as a younger brother, which made it more complicated, It was very obvious I liked her but because of my childish feelings, I won't want to jeopardize our friendship turned siblingship for that reason, well, some of her might have noticed because it was a bit obvious from my side. she was just too special but death had to take her away too soon...
I loved her for many reasons, she was a great friend and loving school sister, she understood me, she supported me, she corrected me whenever I did wrong, she was always very real with me, and she loved and treated me like a sister would treat her real brother...
She would always run to me whenever I was ill or not my usual self, she looked after me and was there to guide my high school life, I felt safe around her and was mostly in her company whenever I didn't have class, as her name implies, she was a blessing...
I learned a lot from her during our time together. She taught me that family is not only defined by blood or surname but by something more called love, she was there for me when I needed someone, and she defended and consoled me many times in high school. "What more can a family to whom we are bonded by blood do for us?....
Blessing was the best definition of love, fun, and understanding. I never took her for granted because she was real with me since day one, even when rumors of her and I dating sparked up in school, we didn't break up for so long. She stayed away from me for a while but sooner than later everything got better. She was a great influence on me...
It was hard moving on at first, but with time I came to understand the fact that she was gone and no more. It was hard letting go because I loved her deeply but her memories lived on in me, the good old times we shared kept me going...
In conclusion, I miss her without a doubt. Her birth date will never be forgotten by me. It's a special day and I celebrate her by reminiscing the beautiful moments we shared in the past...
THANKS FOR READING...