I am writing this, in remembrance of my Huckleberry friend. We had so much fun that I could ever imagined. He had given me a reason to be happy, a reason to see the positives in life. We had shared so much with each other. I felt like, with him everything was safe. And I was myself.
It was everything I wished for and more. For the first time in a long time, I smiled so much that my cheeks hurt! I laughed so hard, my stomach hurt! I had this sense of wanting to be wanted by someone, and to me, that felt so good and it felt so right because I was being wanted.
I thank him from the bottom of my heart, for the memories. I thank him for listening to me, for making fun of me, and with me. I thank him for making me feel safe. I thank him for the hugs and kisses. I thank him for opening up to me about his life. I thank him for meeting me, just to catch me before I went to work or when I got back home. I thank him for finding it funny some of the things I did. I thank him for the late night chats, the endless amount of chats. I thank him for letting me visit his page and mentioning my name. I thank him for making me jump when he posted something about me. I thank him for showing me how great of a man he was. I thank him for making sure I was happy at all hours of the day. I thank him for letting the the child in me come out and played even with reckless abandon.
To the tall, dark and handsome friend, who made me smile again, I don't know how I lived without you. Looking back, I am blessed to have met you. I am even more blessed beyond words to had you partake in my life's journey. After EP, it's never the same again. Well I guess, it's because I have grown so much from the experience. So I thank you for the greatest legacy of a friendship can ever give:[b][i] "Because of you I don't stray too far and learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt."[/i][/b]
I still keep the picture of the cake I bought for him one Valentine's Day. A portion of it. The whole cake has his name on it hence I cannot show. He's here but not active. If he saw the picture, I'm sure he would remember.
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Beautiful! I have a friend from EP who did for me nearly the same. We stayed in touch and he sent me flowers even when I went in for surgery on my kidneys. It was a flower/plant and a card attached that was delivered right to my home from my local floral shop. He sent me a card this past Thanksgiving letting me know he was thinking of me. Yet we never met in real life and our only connection was through the virtual world of EP and email, then eventually text message too. We stayed in touch and I am grateful to have got to know him through a site where real life exist. Until it became a tunnel of darkness where cynics and doubters lurked or preyed on sometimes the lonely or hopeless. After all isnt that how most of us found EP?. Just by stumbling upon it. It was for me at least. Yet through much deep and needed conversation, even with a random stranger, EP helped me to learn how to open up, even if it seems like an unrealistic fantasy that someone out there actually cared and was listening to me all along. It was through EP where I met him, even still in a virtual sense. It was through that site where I discovered the likeness of humanity that does exist. Through his actions from afar and what he did for me, was beyond measure of what I thought existed in a person from over any social media standard. I knew by his gift he gave me, that he was real, and genuine. Not a fake not just a fantasy and not a spammer or anything of the like that wanted nothing more from me than a friendship.
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Ugh, I am touched by your story. T hank you for sharing.
If I may share, I stumbled upon EP when I googled 'loneliness'. And there it was.
My huckleberry friend and me remained friends for four years, through good times and bad, as we all know how connections worked on EP. I went out twice, for many months, changed usernames as I went back, he knew my style of writing so we were always reunited, until the last day.
His last post pertaining me was " I have taken you out of the dark (for I was the grieving widow then, who stayed in the rabbit hole for a long time), my mission has not gone in vain. I will take this secret with me to my grave..."
We almost came through and would have met in person, but then at the back of mind he was still a virtual stranger.
