My best friend is coming home today!
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☆☆☆☆ THE HOME COMING☆☆☆☆☆
By: LLKS 10/24/25
I sat at tye bus terminal, looking for my friend, he was 5 ft 11 inches tall, slim build, about 187 pounds. He always wore skinny jeans and a smile..its what attracted me, his smile...we had been best of friends before his wife died, once their daughter was born i was enjoying the family visits. My God daughter meant this world to me..however his wife didn't mind id baby set, clean house, admire her. long years ago, my best friend and comfidant got accused and arrested for a crime he did not commit...then his wife died and his new girlfriend hid the Evidence that PROVED him innocent!
I knew his ex girlfriend, she had a nasty attitude and a hatefilled speech, and she treated my God daughter worthless..she wanted him deady, she tried him guilty!
The Courts kept continuously saying one thing, doing another..time was served...his then, 3 yr old daughter, my " GODdaughter , " now 11, made him a sign and her mom is so horrible to have had her daddy put away...but i stayed by his side! I gave it to him since she wasnt able to attend his release party. I still hug her from time to time..
Numerous days , weeks, months, and years went by, and now, today, he is coming home!
When i see him i will smile, cry, laugh..mixed emotions all over the place!
My anxiety is killing me lol but I'm here for him.
He knew his life had a meaning, purpose, and he knew it was going to be a tuff fight, but today is his independence day!
We never had more than a side hug, playing uno on visits, we never had a relationship other than hi and bye and see ya when i see ya..but now, i learned he has several other women friends who want to hook up with him, and support him and throw themselves in his path..old hags who are only into his money, his looks, his body.
I dont care about ANY of that. I care about his daughter and our picnic and our family i hope to have one day! Coukd i be in the wrong for this thought or feeling? I mean, the heart grows fonder with distance right? Well, not knowing his feelings or thoughts, i searched the crowds for him..aha there he us...i spot him grabbing a duffle bag, box, and a jacket..hes gotten older, grey in his hair, wrinkles near his forhead..i see the worry, maybe
He doesn't see me as much as i wanted him to...i think of him all the time, but will he see me as a good enough person to say thanks for dedication of 8 yrs as my friend?
Dont get me twisted, i desire more than a hug or a simple conversation..id GLADLY take a handshake..but my heart gets nervous around him..my mind races, i stop and see him afar off, he is coming towards me, its a smile..i pray hes the one....but if not? Then what?
I grab his gear, a dufflebag and his books, his papers amd his eyes are wet with tears..hes relieved .
" Hey Trouble!, i managed to bust you out earlier than expected huh?" His gaze shifyed to his jacket, checking his pockets for something.." Now where to ?" i asked him...his response.. " Uh..i cant find it.." as he panics and rumbles through another pocket, he takes out an envelope and placed it in my hands.." please read this tonight when you get home." I was confirminghe had somethingto say but he cant speak..it must be really important?
I asked him again where to ...he realizes he has no wife, no kid, no home. He says, where should i go? 8 long years and now he is homeless, jobless, broken...i wanted to reach out to embrace him..but hes not mine..against all i ever felt, against every year fantasizing about him..this gorgeous, pitiful, humbled human im in front of, i throw both arms around his neck..and he pushes me away..." AHHH...wHAAAAT THE HECK ARE U DOING?"
I was shocke..His voice was seething with disgust..i stammered, " Well..i uh..thought you coukd use a hug??" I thought u missed me? ..his look was searching all over the area, he seemed up tight..his brow furrowed..His words cold, yet comforting..." Sorry..i am not used to interacting yet..Yeah I missed ya, but missed being free." He apologized and grabbing his jacket,
I put his stuff into the car and we rode 2 and a half hours in silence...after he reached his destination, i began to drop tears, running down my cheeks..8 yrs had flown by for me, but agonized by what ifs and does he care..i popped the trunk and he grabbed his belongings then came over to my door. I rolled down the window and he leaned in, looked me squirming in my eyes, and the deeper he gazed the more my destination of perfection slipped away.. his hand cupped my cheeks, wipped away my tears, then he said it, " thanks for all u did for me. " Then he turned and walked away, over his shoulder, he smiled, winked, said hed be in touch..then he boarded the bus line and was gone!
What just happened?
Why didnt i tell him my true feelings after all those years?
Looking back i remember all the wishes i made and wants i desire..only to be left here, alone..as his bus pulls out for another life he will begin to live..we never kissed, never held hands, but i helped him in his darkest days. His mom, daughter and grandma all loved me and i felt for once in my life, i had a fantastic family. Well..now hes gone. I wiped my tears and drove away from that bus stop. I will forever imagine his eyes, a golden hazy green with flecks of a butter rum rim..just a smile melted my hearts..and now? I felt the envelope, should i wait to read it? I placed it in my glove box..then thoughts of him kept drifting..then i said ok..i got this! I made it home, grabbed the envelope and looked at his handwritten note . The letter began...
" Thanks for. Everything. I am free . I am ok. I am far from me...if you
Pull me close, ill push you away, theres no reason to hold onto someone that doesnt want to stay...giodbye darling, dont cry. Just remember i love you in another lifetime."
☆THE END☆
Thoughts, opinions? Ideas? Leave me a comment!
☆☆☆☆ THE HOME COMING☆☆☆☆☆
By: LLKS 10/24/25
I sat at tye bus terminal, looking for my friend, he was 5 ft 11 inches tall, slim build, about 187 pounds. He always wore skinny jeans and a smile..its what attracted me, his smile...we had been best of friends before his wife died, once their daughter was born i was enjoying the family visits. My God daughter meant this world to me..however his wife didn't mind id baby set, clean house, admire her. long years ago, my best friend and comfidant got accused and arrested for a crime he did not commit...then his wife died and his new girlfriend hid the Evidence that PROVED him innocent!
I knew his ex girlfriend, she had a nasty attitude and a hatefilled speech, and she treated my God daughter worthless..she wanted him deady, she tried him guilty!
The Courts kept continuously saying one thing, doing another..time was served...his then, 3 yr old daughter, my " GODdaughter , " now 11, made him a sign and her mom is so horrible to have had her daddy put away...but i stayed by his side! I gave it to him since she wasnt able to attend his release party. I still hug her from time to time..
Numerous days , weeks, months, and years went by, and now, today, he is coming home!
When i see him i will smile, cry, laugh..mixed emotions all over the place!
My anxiety is killing me lol but I'm here for him.
He knew his life had a meaning, purpose, and he knew it was going to be a tuff fight, but today is his independence day!
We never had more than a side hug, playing uno on visits, we never had a relationship other than hi and bye and see ya when i see ya..but now, i learned he has several other women friends who want to hook up with him, and support him and throw themselves in his path..old hags who are only into his money, his looks, his body.
I dont care about ANY of that. I care about his daughter and our picnic and our family i hope to have one day! Coukd i be in the wrong for this thought or feeling? I mean, the heart grows fonder with distance right? Well, not knowing his feelings or thoughts, i searched the crowds for him..aha there he us...i spot him grabbing a duffle bag, box, and a jacket..hes gotten older, grey in his hair, wrinkles near his forhead..i see the worry, maybe
He doesn't see me as much as i wanted him to...i think of him all the time, but will he see me as a good enough person to say thanks for dedication of 8 yrs as my friend?
Dont get me twisted, i desire more than a hug or a simple conversation..id GLADLY take a handshake..but my heart gets nervous around him..my mind races, i stop and see him afar off, he is coming towards me, its a smile..i pray hes the one....but if not? Then what?
I grab his gear, a dufflebag and his books, his papers amd his eyes are wet with tears..hes relieved .
" Hey Trouble!, i managed to bust you out earlier than expected huh?" His gaze shifyed to his jacket, checking his pockets for something.." Now where to ?" i asked him...his response.. " Uh..i cant find it.." as he panics and rumbles through another pocket, he takes out an envelope and placed it in my hands.." please read this tonight when you get home." I was confirminghe had somethingto say but he cant speak..it must be really important?
I asked him again where to ...he realizes he has no wife, no kid, no home. He says, where should i go? 8 long years and now he is homeless, jobless, broken...i wanted to reach out to embrace him..but hes not mine..against all i ever felt, against every year fantasizing about him..this gorgeous, pitiful, humbled human im in front of, i throw both arms around his neck..and he pushes me away..." AHHH...wHAAAAT THE HECK ARE U DOING?"
I was shocke..His voice was seething with disgust..i stammered, " Well..i uh..thought you coukd use a hug??" I thought u missed me? ..his look was searching all over the area, he seemed up tight..his brow furrowed..His words cold, yet comforting..." Sorry..i am not used to interacting yet..Yeah I missed ya, but missed being free." He apologized and grabbing his jacket,
I put his stuff into the car and we rode 2 and a half hours in silence...after he reached his destination, i began to drop tears, running down my cheeks..8 yrs had flown by for me, but agonized by what ifs and does he care..i popped the trunk and he grabbed his belongings then came over to my door. I rolled down the window and he leaned in, looked me squirming in my eyes, and the deeper he gazed the more my destination of perfection slipped away.. his hand cupped my cheeks, wipped away my tears, then he said it, " thanks for all u did for me. " Then he turned and walked away, over his shoulder, he smiled, winked, said hed be in touch..then he boarded the bus line and was gone!
What just happened?
Why didnt i tell him my true feelings after all those years?
Looking back i remember all the wishes i made and wants i desire..only to be left here, alone..as his bus pulls out for another life he will begin to live..we never kissed, never held hands, but i helped him in his darkest days. His mom, daughter and grandma all loved me and i felt for once in my life, i had a fantastic family. Well..now hes gone. I wiped my tears and drove away from that bus stop. I will forever imagine his eyes, a golden hazy green with flecks of a butter rum rim..just a smile melted my hearts..and now? I felt the envelope, should i wait to read it? I placed it in my glove box..then thoughts of him kept drifting..then i said ok..i got this! I made it home, grabbed the envelope and looked at his handwritten note . The letter began...
" Thanks for. Everything. I am free . I am ok. I am far from me...if you
Pull me close, ill push you away, theres no reason to hold onto someone that doesnt want to stay...giodbye darling, dont cry. Just remember i love you in another lifetime."
☆THE END☆
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