Asking For a Friend. Day 413.

Do you ever wish there was one person who you could tell everything to? One who wouldn’t send you away? One who listened without judging? One who wouldn’t worry too much about your venting?

Roger was that person to me. For me. He didn’t share my thoughts with others. He knew when I was saying things I didn’t mean just to release some hot steam. He was safe.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime gift to me, and although I appreciate that I had it, I sure do miss it. I’m a little puffier these days, filled with thoughts and even dreams I just can’t spill. One day I will get to share with him again, and although I don’t want that day to come anytime soon, when it does, I will be weightless enough to fly.