Platonic relationship do exist. We were friends for over 2 years. Young as we were, friendship to us was with ease that we’d been married off without our consent. We understood ourselves, disagreeing often to agree, even our squabbles were affectionate.
I had an early rush bath that Saturday, doing my chores with good intents and purpose. It was going to be a good day. I was going to his house to do my assignment. I like the feel of the word ‘His house’ roll on my tongue as it was more of a hidden connotation to calling his name.
I ate my breakfast quickly and waved off everyone. I had packed my assignment in my duffel bag. The feel of the Sun on my skin glowed. It definitely had been a good day.
We did everything together, from meeting at school to church activities. I even reported every torturing kiddo to him as a temptation to act contrary to what we had been instructed. He knew a handful though he didn’t say much.
Years later I heard he died, accidentally.
I do pray for him, I remember him often now though I cannot tell why as I feel silenced as to what a life he would have had, if he were alive.
We were mates, we were friends, he is gone am alive. Today is a proof of one of life’s mystery.
Eternal rest be granted unto them O Lord and let perpetual light shine upon them. Amen.