Past tense...

We shared the same name.

I cry now, as I have to write that in the past tense.

She was my friend.

             And now she is gone. And that is just so so wrong. Goddamn it Luce, I want you back here right now. 

           

             We never met. How I wish we had. How I felt like we never needed to. We had all the time in the world, didn't we?

Online. For nearly 7 years. I have shared and laughed and cried with her.

We forumed and blogged and Facebooked & twittered and emailed, together.

We agreed to differ and laughed at our variance.  They didn't matter, because the parallels were enough.

I keep going to her blog with some insane wish that the fact that she is gone is just a cruel joke and that I will see her words, her quirky funny posts, peppered with swear words and tequila and unperfect things.

She helped me with her essence of balance. She listened, and her integrity and her innate perception guided me.

Her passion, her belief, her love. They were just... always there.

             She was, quite simply, one of the most awesome chicks I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

And I cannot believe how cruel life is that she is no longer here. I miss her.

And my tears are for the babies & friends she has had to leave behind.

She was my friend.

We shared the same name.

I cry now, as I have to write that in the past tense.