I still call her my friend ... but then I remember we aren't.
I miss her though.
I loved her.
I only wish the best for her.
I hear she is doing better.
I pray that is the truth.
It would hurt my spirit to know the drugs won.
When I stopped talking to her it was because I couldn't help her.
I had to protect myself.
I feel sometimes that is selfish of me.
But I couldn't risk being guilty by association.
Not when I have beautiful children I could lose.
I had to protect them.
I would love to talk to her again.
But I can't.
She hates me.
With every bone in her body.
I have to live with that.
But I will always love her.