Homonyms: I barely talked and You didn't mind

In the initial starting process of homonyms, I never thought it would be continued long enough to reach the number four, my favorite numeric value. Or I would fill this entry with the only person that matters.

The starting was a bit dramatic..wasn’t it? A classic bet gone wrong or should I say continued too long. The cards were all there, but we were too young and naïve to use them correctly, instead somehow ended up building the only thing that's keeping us alive.

Life played it’s weird trick on us.. Didn’t it? throwing us in the pit of a turmoil then giving each other a log to hold onto. You always said, you are a tree, find a spot and just stick around. I always say, I am the goner, I am the one who always leaves, always chooses to disappear without a moment's notice. But even after knowing that, you chose to stay, plant your roots. That's why to me, you are always gonna be the brave one.

During these seven years of friendship, I never wrote anything that involves you. Never write a poem or story based on your characters, the reason is very simple, you are too complex, too spontaneous, too valuable to write about. You are the only constant equation in this everlasting storm and writing about you felt impossible. But someday, I will write the story of us, someday I will let the world know how lucky I got in this shit-hole world the day you chose to stay instead.

The song “Summer Skelton” hits differently because it’s the very song that can be used to define us. Well more accurately the beginning of this weirdly rare friendship. I wouldn’t call you my best friend, that would be an insult. You are more than anyone has ever been.

How hard it is to find someone who will not try to fix you, but choose to be just there, and from time to time when the tides become way too strong, be brave enough to pull you out of it. I am not much of a talker, I never was and never will be, but you know how to read my silence, how to respond, how to navigate the ever changing messed up maze and find your way to the core.

You are the only person who knows the most of me, and even after visiting all those dark twisted corners, instead of abandoning my pathetic existence, you picked up the lantern and chose to sit around a corner, waiting for me to come around.

I was never good with showing affection, and I don’t say how much you mean to me that often, I don’t know how. But you know how to read my silence… I hope you do.

I love you in my own selfish way and I will continuously do so till the day death chooses to consume my existence.

Stay alive my dearest.. Because life will be impossible without you in it. :')

Homonyms week four