She wakes in the morning sighing. She gets dress and eats breakfast and she sighs. She keeps thinking about her friend. She longs to see her friend, to give her a good morning hug, the kind that lasts a couple minutes, and says all that she feels. She walks down the road in silence looking at nature's beauty and thinks of her friend's beauty. It makes her feel warm inside, and yet melancholy. She used to walk down the road arm in arm with her friend laughing along the way, pointing at the lovely colors. She climbs their hill and looks out at the gorgeous landscape wishing her friend was with her. She picks some wildflowers that they used to pick together and starts to cry. She whispers a little prayer in her tender heart for her friend. She reaches into her pocket and feels the rosary she used to pray with her friend and it makes her cry even more. She remembers the letters her friend wrote her and manages a small smile, but still, the tears come. She starts to walk back to the house amidst nature's beauty. Suddenly she stopped. What is she looking at? What is it? What's up ahead? Up at the house? Her friend has come home. Is it a dream? She starts to run. Her friend sees her and starts running towards her. Her tears of sorrow have suddenly turned into tears of joy. She grabs her friend in her arms and holds on tight whispering I love you a couple times. Her friend returns her I love yous. The friends kiss each other and she gets that hug she was longing for. They stood there holding hands and looking at each other. No words were spoken between them. Nature was always beautiful to her, but since her friend has been away, it was just not the same for her. In that moment in time, nature came back alive for her. The colors were somehow brighter, even more beautiful, just wonderful. Her friend kicked off her shoes and they started walking down the road just as naturally, as carefree as they did before. She knew at that moment that she would no longer be longing for her friend.
-For a friend I met in college
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