What I have learned of friendship.

I have been showered in a love that did not let up. My painted face repelled the warm water for awhile. But you did not let up. You pried. Your fingers were streams that ran over my heart, widening cracks in cemented walls and smoothing sharp edges meant to defend and protect. The paint began to wear under the shower as well. It is running down my face now, and my bright colors and intricate designs are mostly gone, only remembered by the faint tracks left behind. I have been showered in a love that would not let go. I fought its grips with indifferent smiles and shifty eyes, but you held me with a steady gaze. Poured coffee into my endless cup and asked me questions that widened cracks. Spoke to me of life and beauty. Of purpose and wholeness. Told me that I could be whole. I have been showered in a love that does not end. You challenged my forgetfulness and showed me how to remember. Showed me that beauty does not end. That good things will not all fall to pieces if you try to cherish them forever. Walked me to the edge and asked if I was willing to jump into a friendship that would not end with a new chapter in my life. I was shaking at the thought. But I see now, it was worth the leap. It was worth the leap.