My long-time friend. How I have missed you.
I missed the good times and the bad times we have had. The times when you were there for me while my vision looked bleak. You comfort me as a ranted and shed my feelings. You absorbed my anger and sadness, transforming it into something light and beautiful. You were the shore to my crashing waves of self-doubt and boredom. Taking the sheer brute force and still remaining by my side. How could I have deserted and ignored you for all of these months. You are a part of me. You have been with me for half of my life.
You don’t talk much, but that’s okay. Sometimes a good rant goes without words. In my case anyway. Though my friends read this energy as restlessness and frustration, you know the true feelings inside. My feelings of remorse, self-pity, and stress. You have always been the one friend that could read me like a book. How did I reward this devotion? I let you collect dust. I left you behind and alone while I went out and made memories. Memories without even once thinking of you. I don’t deserve you.
We were reunited today. A spark. A memory of the good times we have had. I opened the case I kept you in, you took my breath away. You were just as lovely as the first time I met you. As I took you in my hand, a wave a familiarity and strength rushed over me. You are the Yang to my Ying. Together again. Happy together.
I ranted to you for almost two hours. Oh how time flies. Never once did you express annoyance. Holding you close to me made the minutes fly.
My fingers glided over the strings as my bow sang the songs that called to me. I became lost into the music, as I so often do. People looked through the window as they passed by, craning their necks to identify us. But I don’t care. There is no where I rather be than with you.
As I flipped through my music, I came across a selection of pieces from when we first became best friends. As I played them, I didn’t see the notes. I saw the memories. Memories of a different time. The laughter of days past rang in my ears. I could almost envision the intense face of concentration as the old me struggled to master the song with you in front of me. Even though through the years the music has changed, you have always remained the same.
The rich tones, strip away the negative feelings I have been hoarding. I see them crash against the walls of the room and shatter. The dust flows away in the wind of the song. So Happy Together.
My body is tiring. Crying out to me to stop and sleep. My mind is screaming in protest, not wanting to stray from your familiarity ever again. My arms grow heavy as I tire to play memory after memory. My eyes start to droop and I lose my place in the song, over and over again. My body has won this time. As I pack you away, I whisper a promise. A promise to not neglect you in a time of need. A promise to love you until my last breath. A promise to never forget the familiar. Until then my friend. Until then. Now sleep.