i have a friend who disappeared two years ago. she was funny, and smart, and vibrant, and had this raspy laugh, and i loved her. she made the sun rise. she was air to me. she was my heart, my soul, my world.
and i let her be all these things because i knew i could trust her.
then she disappeared. i put up wanted posters; i called friends and family; i looked high and low. i cried at night for her, hoping she was ok, hoping she would remember the family we had. it was hard not knowing,
then, i thought i'd found her again-- i was overjoyed! i welcomed her home, doted on her, made sure all of her needs were met, and devoted every day to letting her know i loved her. the problem is, it wasn't her. someone had switched my baby with a stray.
i hope wherever the real girl is, she is well and happy. because i miss her. sometimes i feel like i can't breathe...
but i also know that i can't keep trying to gve all of her love to this stray who replaced her, because it is love thrown away.
