Orangia

She was the first real friend I had, and the first person who genuinely gave me her heart. The life we shared looked unchanging from the outside and felt the same from the inside. I did not fully understand what she meant to me until the window for doing something about it had already closed. The regret is present and has no purchase on reality. It cannot pull the past back into a different shape. What is left is a journey through fog and memory toward the truth of what happened between us, and wherever that truth leads when it finally arrives.