Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Growing up just came to fast,
Never knowing how things should of really worked out,
Not seeing the truth for what it really was,
Needing you is what made growing up so hard,
Having love in my life, only made days seem unrealistically easier,
But growing up so fast without you,
Only made me realize, that I will always love you,
Not being able to forget,
Knowing what could of been,
Seeing you here now only makes it that much harder to say good-bye again
You used to always say we'd have eachother forever,
But you meant I will leave u, loving me and in pain forever

A dear friend of mine, who I've known for many years, lately shared a secret with me. She tells me about her life. How pain, and love have been one in the same for her. Growing up with only a father, made things awkward between her and other girls. But it also taught her about equality, sharing, and respect. Her mother had left both her, and her father, at a very early age. Though she continously questioned her father about the absence. He never was willing to reveal, the facts about what really happened.

Later, on however she got the gift of her life (or so she thought), her mother returns, with loving, huge smile, and many apoligies. She doesn't understand why her father, won't let her go and visit with her. "It's been so many years, don't you think I could have one little visit?" "No." Was what her father always replied. Soon after, one day of constant pleading, and bickering, she had become successful in getting her own way. It was all planned, and she made sure she looked her best. But when time rolled around, mom was no where in sight. "Now this couldn't be, she must be caught in traffic, or getting some extra snacks." Whatever the reason she knew she could wait. But when 3hrs past she knew nothing was to come, and gave up all hope, started to beleive that maybe dad was right. Until what did her hopeful eyes appeared, but her mother in red, with an impatient smile. I had so many questions, and things to say. But all that came out was "I love you." Three beautiful words, that I wish I had not said. She replied however with a much different response then expected. Once again came that impatient smirk, that she always seemed to be wearing,as she said" Hey hun, have you seen a large yellow envelope, its got cash your dad owes me..?" Could I have heard right, was this possible, no there must be some mistake. I'm sure I didn't just hear her ask for money. But as time seemed to pass, and her question repeated, I knew no mistake was made in what I had heard. Only mistake was letting this get so far, I knew my dad, was right, but this unanswered, faithful love that I haev for this pure stranger, unfortunately in this case prevailed.
Of course to my mother, I said "No," with a shock. But of course not listening or caring, she began to search. A honk at the door, made the smirk on her face only intensify into a harsh unworldly way. I told her to leave and never come back, but to my shock she picked up a large, yellow envelope. It didn't matter what I did or said, she still found what she had come for and I still felt crushed.
I guess, what made everything worse was her giving me that kiss on the cheek, and saying those, hurtful, ugly three words, "I love you." How could she dare, who did she think she was? My life wasn't over, but it sure felt so. Did she know she just cut me in half, and threw my soul into the devil's arms.
My dad was right, people doon't change, only their actions do.
In the end all she wanted was the money, and not me.
But I guess hearing my dad, say she found out about our rent money, and had been coming back and forth for years, demanding money, from him.
This time, he was sorry that things had gotten so out of hand.
But he said he hoped things woould be better, and that we can have full, faithful trust next time, when a situation rolls around. Truth is the world, is not a realistic place, or at least I'm not. Individually, I can say I daydream and fantasize, about another life. But one things for sure, horrible things are bound to happen you just have to be ready to trust. Trust your loved ones, your friends and most of all yourself.

Now there's the story behind the poem, and lets hope you've learned something new upon reading this tale.

With each passing day, pain builds up, but we are the only true relievers. Honesty, respect and trust are all gifts we're born with. We just need to learn what it means to have them.