The Other Friend Monologue
|The Other Friend by Hannah Pedersen|
I met this man once and he made my world spin out of control, upset down and practically everywhere in between. We had so much fun together, chatting, giggling, and just generally getting to know each other. Every spare moment was spent together. We didn't spend our time making out, but instead spent it making plans. In our dreams we would run away together and just tour the world in each others arms.
We called, even wrote letters, anything to let each other know what was going on. He was very busy working, and doing other things. I had work, but could always make time. We loved to be able to just sit and watch the sunsets at the beach together, or take a drive around town. There was only one thing stopping us from being together: his wife.
She loved the fact that we were friends, but there is only so much friendship you can take your husband having with another woman before you get a little bit nervous. We continued to be friends, but just had to make do with a lot less time. That did not decrease our love for each other though. The love we had was real, true, honest and almost non- physical. It was the love of a close knitted family. The only problem is that passion can over ride every other emotion you put in its place.
Passion is evil. Passion kills and brings life. It is unfortunately the king and destroyer of all that is good or evil. We learnt that one night driving home, when passion took the lead and the lips had to follow. Well those lips didn't mind following until we remembered they were supposed to be on someone else's. His wife again. That was the end of that chapter pretty quickly, as you can guess.
All those months led to those few minutes. Well, the one great thing about the end of this short affair was that I almost feel as if I've had a great weight lifted off me. No more snooping around, all those things that seemed wonderful at the time now gave me such a feeling of burden. But the moment he drove out of sight those feelings were gone. It's like now I'm a caterpillar turned into a butterfly, a bird being let out a cage, it's a feeling I can't describe, it's like I'm I'm... I'm free!