Do you Remember, You once told me, that no matter what may come our way, we would have each other by our side, but why is it that I sit here, all alone, thinking about you and thinking about what could’ve or should’ve been? We’d known each other for years throughout the highs and the lows. And you know what? what stayed constant was the bond that we shared, but now that just seems unreal to me. Tell me, where did I go wrong? We fought and we made up, we laughed and we cried, you understood who I was, where I came from and now that you’re not here with me anymore, there’s no one who ‘gets’ me anymore like you did. Why’d you have to go? We promised to be there for each other through thick and thin, but why is it that I can't seem to find you anywhere, now that when I need you the most? I fell in love with your imperfections, not with the pretty face you put up for the world. I made mistakes, I fucked up at times, but hey! we all did, ain't we? I can't seem to figure out
I've have always been a walker. According to my mother — who I admit is an exaggerator — I started walking at 6 months. The first time I took the streets alone, I was 8 years old. I had missed the school bus, and my mom had already left for work, and I didn’t have a way to contact her (this was before cell phones became ubiquitous). I decided to walk to the next town over where my aunt lived. It was a 30-minute journey that required crossing over 3 major intersections, and a bridge. I thought I was going to get in trouble for doing it, but once my mother realized that I could handle a trip like that on my own without getting run over by a car, I was allowed to walk everywhere — and so I did. My walks were not wasted. I spent a lot of time having full-blown conversations with God about everything. I didn’t care how it made me look. I had a brief period between the ages of 10 and 12 in which I had one of those no-secrets-do-everything-together friendships. I wanted it again,