PolyBuddy got a whole new box of crayons today, and a whole new universe as his canvas.
I’m happy that I was a happy friend for him. One he could share frustrations with. I had shared a post (The Best Gift for Someone Suffering) from about a year ago about how to act around someone in a difficult situation (medical, emotional, etc), and he really appreciate it. I gave him permission to share it (without attributing it to the IRL me) with the asshats who consistently asked “how are you doing?” and focused on his medical situation and impending death. I’m grateful I was able to spend out time chatting about other happy things, and letting him bring up the health when he wanted to share and not because I was nosy about it.
Polybuddy was one of only two people who know that this is my blog. I trusted him that much.
We weren’t a couple. We cared about each other. And I am grateful for happy memories of a relationship that never hurt me. Whenever I pull out a box of crayons or eat mint m&m’s, I will be reminded of someone who cared.