
Astrobyn
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They buried my best friend yesterday. She was the closest thing I had to what you would call a soul mate. She knew me better than any other person, better than any guy I’ve ever been with. She just knew me to the core. So much that no time or distance could change our bond.
She never cared about the things most people gave a shit about. When she was 16 she just wanted to be a bum, like legit sleeping on a beach in Hawaii, or maybe just living some hobo life in San Francisco. She just seemed to want to be free in the simplest way.
But life here is never so simple. I left and she ended up living a life few people would admire, and most look down on. I struggled with my instinct to accept her as she is, and feeling disappointed that there was a something better for her.
Her heart was weak, and although it was natural causes, I couldn’t help but be angry and think that her life style and defiant choices lead her too this too early.
But I let go of that yesterday. I think my instinct to love her as she was, is right. Her life may have been hard, but I believe she was as free as she could be when she was trapped here. She never had too many regrets in life, and although she left way too much behind, I hope that she would say fuck it, and move on in peace.