The Four Seasons of Friendship

     I had a friendship that was solid and life affirming. She gifted me with experience and depth. We loved each other and had the common bond of creativity. Without any forethought or cause, we drifted. I felt something missing and pursued renewal. It didn't come. I accepted the loss. 
     I had shared with her that someone had kept a list of my wrongs, and how devastating it was when they revealed it to me. They stated that my "perfectionism" had crushed them. Really? Wow. That's a label I would not have given myself. Without hesitation, she said we all could make our own list. Hardly anything makes me cry. That did. It was so freeing to know that I'm not the type of person that would keep such a list of another person. I have many faults, but was delivered to know, that is not one of them. I counted the gain.
     That chapter with her ended, as it was meant to. I think she was put in my life just to impart that one healing sentence. It wasn't what was said, but how it was said. We don't want the book to end, but it is inevitable that it will. Emotional investment is costly. Everything ends. Someone I love once said, "It is finished."