The Unusual Birth of Friendships

This is dedicated to a stranger who I decided is a friend over night. Here's to you, a person who I know that without speaking, will understand things that I have tried so hard to explain to everybody else but always failed. Here's to us, for the strength and courage it took to change our worlds around. I suppose the best statement that would apply to us is: Good riddance.

Have you ever read something and felt "I could swear this was written by me" only you know for sure it wasn't?! Do you know how close it could make you feel to that writer; knowing that these words were ones poured out of their heart, telling YOUR story? There's always something about that realization that somebody shared your suffering. Not joy, certainly; afterall, no sane or decent person would wish heartache upon anybody else. But there's this comforting feeling that you were not alone. That some other stranger out there was feeling all the things you felt at - possibly - the exact same moments. It makes you come to realize that no, you were not a freak of nature doing the abnormal. You were not the only one giving in to the desires of an unworthy person. You were not the only one questioning your sacrifices yet returning to make them over and over again. And you were not the only one who cried at night, wondering why you were inflicting so much pain upon yourself...but always assumed the alternative would be just as painful and perhaps even harder. I read your writings and saw me. I saw pain, vulnerability and a person who picked herself up off the ground and decided to choose the life she knew she wanted even when her mind and heart tricked her into the false sensation of wanting something else...someone else. I read your writings and found a friend who could relate; a person who I know that they now understand me even though we hardly ever talked. And I realized that I was not stupid. I was just human.