Every Thought Taken

<p>Far back as I can recall not a day exists when I haven't loved Helena Williams. In my younger years my love for her was more familial or akin to friendship. But as the years passed something changed between us. The unrequited love I had for my sister's best friend was reciprocated. Like the seasons our love fluctuated. Like the moon some nights were dark and cold while others were bright and warm.</p><p>I loved her.</p><p>I <em>love</em> her.</p><p>Nine years ago I broke in two. She said goodbye and I tried to let her go. She moved on and I did unthinkable things.</p><p>With her gone I fell apart. I let the darkness take over. Let myself drown. The dark was familiar. Comforting. Guaranteed. Constant.</p><p>But now I am ready to breathe again.</p>