mirima

Sat at my best friend's side at the funeral today...his mother died Monday. I've known this family for thirteen years, and I'm at my best friend's house about three times a week...he lives five minutes away. His family is like my second family, and I love them as much as my own. Its been an incredibly hard week for all of us, and I was the only one of the three important women in his life to sit by his side. It made me feel good to be there, but it was hard and draining.
I hate being the least important woman in his life...but I was glad to be there for him. As we sat in the front row, I looked back at his sister holding his nephew, and saw the pain in her face, and broke down as hard as I could. I haven't cried since February, and I cried fucking hard. I buried my face in his jacket, and cried. I dearly needed it. I know he doesn't love me like I love him, but I will always be there for him, and his family, as long as I live.
On a lighter note, I'm getting my hair chopped off tomorrow. Expect pictures.