On July 17th, I lost one of my best friends. He didn't die but was stolen from me by a drug. To say that I miss him would be an understatement. I still pray for him every day, but I know he has his agency and even God won't interfere with that, no matter how much the people who love him pray.
Last Christmas was a wonderful season. We were a family. This year feels so empty. Sometimes I can hardly catch my breath for the sorrow I feel. I can't even talk to him. I can't wish him a merry Christmas. I can't give him a gift. All I can do is cry and pray and cry some more and he doesn't even know it. He thinks he was "just a project" to me. He is so much more than that. I love him because Christ loves him.
I am so sad that he doesn't feel either love.
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