Insomnia struck again. I remember lying down on my now ex-boyfriend's bed looking at his hung paintings. It was a pastime of mine to drift to the depths of his mind plastered on canvas at night. As I was drifting away perhaps to dreamland my journey was abruptly interrupted by the ring of a phone. I dislike the kind of news that noise in the middle of the night could bring. This time they were indeed grim. Mathew's best friend Gerard had passed.
I met Gerard one afternoon at the airport. I was joining Mathew for a family reunion at his dad’s house on the mountains. Mathew sent Gerard to keep me company since he was running late; afterwards the three of us would drive up the mountains together. The first thing Gerard said when we met while I gave him one of my warmest smiles was, “you make sense.” He said one look at me and he knew I was Mathew’s girlfriend. I knew who he was as well; kind souls recognize themselves at a glance I guess. We shared one of Gerard’s favorite things, a couple of nice cold cocktails at a Mexican restaurant in one of the busiest airports in the country. We chatted and laughed, he made me feel at ease before meeting Mathew's family and made me feel that way every time I would see him after that. That night I embraced Mathew in my arms as he cried his soul out, his heart was broken and for a moment he let me hold it in my hands.
Like the alchemist I aspired to become one day I tried to turn his grief into hope. But I knew that would come in time. In the surreal world I created for him while holding him in my arms I wished one day he would heal the loss of his friend. Maybe then he would feel the imprint of what another friend left that night with a true embrace.
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