Dr. Jekyll and Dr. Jekyll.
I used to know someone who I met accidentally, unintentionally.
Within instants, however, she became a greater part of me. I don't think I would be here today if it weren’t for her.
I want to think we were once friends even though she wouldn’t spend much time with me.
It’s very difficult to explain how in sync I felt around her. I was free to display any and every feeling; from weird to fright and back.
Ir's rare to know someonso so similar to me, who shared my thoughts almost constantly.
Get your mind to conjure a chest that can only open with a key. In this world, there are millions and billions of different keys; big, small, rusty, broken. It takes one, maybe two of these keys to crack the (chest’s) lock.
Well, she and I were the lucky keys even though we looked nothing alike; no one would’ve guessed us destined to the same chest.
She was missing a couples pieces but got them (eventually) glued back. Scarless.
I was a twisted, more deformed key that took longer to reshape.
At the end of the day, our outsides wouldn’t matter because the chest was ours or that's what it’d feel like, in my head.
What I’m trying to tell you is a sort of secret because hardly anybody is aware that, it’s weirdness that brings people together. Try hard to find yourself someone you can talk to about peculiar topics, read fantasy books in shared silence and maybe watch grotesque films together (it’s how we’d spend our days ). Look for that sort of thing.
I never grew tired of her, was never bored. In fact, I ended up learning so much about both of us.
She taught me that friendships are ephemeral, specially when sadness is in the way. We didn't have very many guarantees and the road was often but the worries retired to silence whilst it lasted.
