Losing your Best Friend

When you intertwine your life with someone, even if it's not always great, you form a bond.  Often times that bond solidifies and you become best friends.

You don't recall when it happened, but somewhere between hating the person and loving the person, you become friends, real, authentic, common minded, friends.  

The kind of friendship where you can be yourself and never feel the need to apologize for your shortcomings.  

It happened organically through the laughter.  The laughter that never died.  

You share your home, you share your families, you share your day to day lives.  

However, the moment you discovered how close you truly were, the friendship is already moving towards a fork in the road.  Do you continue as is, or move on and shift gears?

It is possible, the discovery and awareness of the change, forces you to evaluate your relationship in debt.  It stops you dead in your tracks, and falls on you like a ton of bricks.

We're suppose to cherish our friendships.  When that friendship forms with the opposite sex, and there's intense intimacy, those deep connections, are like gem stones. 

Gem stones that need to be polished and protected.  They are what makes life so thrilling, finding these gems, like Easter eggs in a movie, wondering how long you will keep it before it gets lost.

Losing our best friend is a a fundamental aspect of life.  We love them unconditionally.  We want them to stay forever, but only time will dictate the nature of the relationship as we move forward into the abyss of life.  

And as I'm laughing, in his space, and the laughter fades, I can't help but wonder:

"Will my heart & soul ever laugh as much and as often, again?"