A Letter to a Friend

I have a friend who's just marvellous. Yet I rarely see him for he's too busy living life. I miss him but I'm happy for him.

This friend knows me better than anyone on Earth. He's seen almost all my faces, he has stayed up all night for me and he has made me laugh whenever I needed to.

And he once loved me, but I wasn't ready so I just let him pass my way. He sometimes refers to me as his little witch, and in that nature I decided to cast a spell on him to give him all the joy in life that I would never have the courage to mantain but that he deserved oh so much.

Luckly, my powers have always been great. He is nowadays as merry as any human can only imagine of being. By his side sleeps the woman I could have been but never was going to. The woman I created with my magic and guided towards him.

Future's bright for them and that makes me smile. To think I cannot hold him makes me sad but to know that he, nonetheless, receives the best hugs a girl can give makes me happy.

I gave him the life I wanted for myself because, given the state of my mind, the state which I have always lived with and that got even worse after my love died, all of that would have been utterly wasted in me.

And I never even took a picture with him...