She had a fun sense of humor; we met through work and I always enjoyed what little time I had with her.
"You and your terrible luck with women," she would always tell me.
There was a time when we got close and I started to see another side of her, a wild one, craving and wanting.
I was still tore up from my breakup and I wanted nothing more to do with relationships. No feelings and such.
So then that voice in my head started wondering; is she another individual like me? Someone with the same urge, the same need? Maybe even the same understanding of what it’s like to feel this need? Of why it exists? This made her very interesting.
But then came a time when we had to part ways. She was moving away and focusing her life on her studies.
Meanwhile, this gave me time to heal, to learn more about me. To essentially sober up.
But we remained in contact; we still shared jokes, and laughs, and I would tell her about the next Chapter and she would still tease me about my "terrible luck with women."
She was there for me when again, I felt down, and needed an ear. Needed to vent.
Tigress remained a great friend, even with the distance separating us.
Then there would be times when she'd come visit her family and she'd stop by work to see me. Sometimes I'd miss her, sometimes she'd surprise me with her appearance and smile.
I still remember it like it was yesterday, when I sent you Batman care-packages and when we had a conversation as to why we were un-dateable.
That perhaps we'd just simply enjoy and share in our misery.
But instead we just laughed it up.
You were always a great person to do that with.
You still are.
And perhaps one day I'll come visit, or one day we'll actually hang out again.
Only time will tell.