Once upon a time...

... I had a friend (let's call him Will). Will and I were BFFs. We were soulmates. We knew each other well, so well in fact, that one knew when the other had a problem or was sad... even over a long distance. Will was one of those amazing people you only meet once in a lifetime. Everything was just so very right. He accompanied me through my ups and downs, my joys and sorrows... and had we competed in who is the bigger cry baby, I think he might have won.

Will knew what I liked to drink and ordered for me without having to ask. He knew what music I liked, and which politician I gave my vote. He asked me for my opinion in big and little issues. And he asked for my advice and followed it too. :)

Will didn't think that my girl problems were silly, and he listened to me rant about this and that and another thing. He shared my love for "my mountain" and for the seasons. His favorite season was fall. Nothing was complicated with him... he was always kind and generous and good.

And then Will had to leave. He left my life as gently as he had entered. It was January. I felt like someone had scooped a big chunk right out of my heart. I was suddenly lonely and sad and wanted nothing more than to get him back. And yet, that was the one thing I couldn't have.

I miss him. And always will.