I remember it like it happened yesterday; climbing that hill excited and exhilarated. At the top, breathless and rosy cheeked, we leaned against the wind and it held us like strong arms.
I think we sang Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush…we wanted to be her; do you remember? And we laughed into the wind that held us. You were my friend, but we grew apart, and I wish we hadn’t.
Friendships come and go, some are not worth the fight, but ours was good, and I feel wistful, because I think I was the one who forgot to tend to it; left it to fade.
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today’s prompt is ‘relation’
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