The sweet smell of cinnamon and sugar engulf the small space I call my writing corner. I miss having an office. The scent of a candle can bring back memories, brighten up a mood, or take you to another place where no one can find you. I am going to another place. In my mind anyway.
There are days I understand life and all that it gives and others where it just doesn’t make sense. This is a “doesn’t make sense” kind of day.
It was my birthday yesterday. Even though I was overpowered with birthday wishes, there was one I didn’t get. One I couldn’t or wasn’t allowed to get.
Why can’t men and women just be friends? I have always had male friends; married, with a girlfriend, didn’t matter. I had no romantic interest in them. They were just great friends. But society and insecure women don’t see it that way. If they have someone in their life you can’t be talking with them. WHY NOT??? I’m not trying to take them from who they have. I would never do that. I’ve been on the other of that. It is so nice talking to a man. They don’t judge you, criticize you, they say it like is and you don’t have to second guess them. Amazing!!!
That pit in your stomach, the “I don’t feel like eating,” the emptiness in your heart is all that I am feeling right now. I had to give my friend up. He can no longer talk to me, email me, or call me. Society has deemed it isn’t right. I have known him since college. I know people come and go in our lives, but I will miss him. I do miss him… and he misses me. But I do understand. His happiness is more important to me. I know we will always be friends in our hearts.
Always hiking to the top,