laying on the mat
as i worked around his body
one of those
"i don't know why i'm telling you this story"
"i spent the whole day with her... we'd been friends for years.. best friends... though we lived far apart..
we had been shopping.. eating... simple stuff
i remember she was going to get a breast enlargement the next week...
i had to leave and meet my mother for dinner
but i remember
she walked away from me
and i felt this immense sadness fall over me
it was overwhelming and i called to her
she turned around and said ' What? '
i told her to come back
and i almost started crying
i told her i felt so sad
and hugged her close for a few months
and told her i loved her
she smiled and said i was silly
and walked on down the street
it was the strangest feeling
and my mother could see how sad i was when i met up with her
she asked me why... and i couldn't explain...
.. but K died two days later of a Brain Aneurysm...
why did i tell you that story?"
coz stories is what we got.