Thomas (386 hits)
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Submitted by Don'tEmailMe@don'temailme.com (View user info) at 2008-11-22 04:44:03 EST
We met one sunny afternoon in the park. There were many people, so I did not feel ashamed. I walked up to him and asked:
"What's your name?" And he replied:
"Thomas." And so our friendship began. He told me stories of his life. The people he loved. The people he lost. And I, unto him. We shed tears together; we shared our happiest times.
For months I met Thomas. We sat and talked for several hours at a time. We had much to say, but it seemed that there were things troubling the both of us that kept us from really engaging one another.
I never understood his angst. At first it made sense, who and what were two strangers doing talking to one another about their lives? But slowly, I began to notice that it was not our quick ascent into friendship that caused this hiccup.
As for myself, I slowly noticed a tic in our friendship as well; something just didn't seem to right itself between the two of us. There was something that caused us to be weary of one another. There was something that caused us to grow separate, rather than together.
Naturally, two people who sit and quietly talk about something will learn that at a certain time, the conversation has ended itself. There is just nothing left to talk about. As for the two of us, our time together concluded itself. There was just nothing more to say.
We knew that it would happen. We were two similar souls, living in a soft, cold world. We understood full well that our time would come, and we did not look forward to it. We knew that at some certain point, it would be time to move on.
I believe we both realized it was happening at the same time, and so to prepare ourselves, we slowed our speech. We savored our stories. We loved each and every one of them and reassured one another that they were here to stay.
But as time would have it, we were left with little to share. Simple pleasantries didn't cut it. We were ready to move on.
And so we did.
One wintry afternoon in the park I went to meet Thomas. I wanted to tell him what a friend he had been for me; but that it was time for us to move on.
Instead of Thomas, I found a note taped to the park bench where we met. Naturally, my surprise was great. It was a well-populated park, even in winter. The chances of a letter remaining on a park bench were slim.
On the letter was a poem. I will never forget the words:
He walks alone.
For years he walks alone.
Afraid to live.
But not ready to die.
However he finds one day
A boy with whom
He sees his chance.
To love and to live.
And so he does.
And then his time comes.
And he must leave.
The boy knows it too.
And so it befits this relationship
To part on these words:
Good Morning.
Good Afternoon
And Good Night.
Thomas
I heard about his death one week later. He had hung himself in his basement. At first I cried. I cried because I had lost a friend. We had come to terms with our relationships end, but I still felt that there was something more to be gained from our companionship. I thought about it quite often, actually. I knew that we had both come to a conscious realization that we were no longer in need of each other's companionship, but it hurt nonetheless. And that's when the realization occurred. I had learned a lot.
I took a trip to our bench, and taped a letter beside where his had been. Mine said much less, but I think it made a stronger point:
Thanks Tom.
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And I moved on.
And I continue to move on.
Thanks Tom.
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Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2008-12-09 10:25:40 EST (#)
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Submitted by BigBuffty (user info) at 2008-11-24 11:45:45 EST (#)
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are you gay or something? i bet you used to rim tom on that bench every night, he would then bend you over and thrust his tramp cock in your backside
Submitted by Replen (user info) at 2008-11-22 08:33:33 EST (#)
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Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2008-11-22 06:44:24 EST (#)
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yeah not bad just sort your formatting out
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-11-22 06:42:20 EST (#)
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not bad.