I think of you, Terra, my most beloved and hateful soul sister who has left this earthly home to wander among the vast galaxies. I think of the fun we had together with Styx and King Slayer. We used to talk on the phone for hours. I enjoyed writing with you. I still have our stories saved on a minidrive. Those memories I will never forget.
I also think of the heartache we endured. I dont remember exactly why we fought, but it lasted 4 terrible years. You drove me insane with anger and yet deep down inside, I still loved you. That is why it hurt so much. Being angry with you hurt me deeply. You sure knew how to provoke my anger. You did it on purpose just to make me angry and I was the willing victim.
I remember the autoplay you did on my character, with you Terra beating up NyghtWolfe to a bloody pulp. The rage I felt was overwhelming. I spent that entire day furious with you, and wrote a very hateful retaliation. I chopped your head off and shoved it up your ass. The satisfaction I got was short lived. I poured my anger out towards you in writing. No-one could make me as angry as you could. I loved you and I hated you. I was obsessed with the anger you provoked in me. Only afterwards I realized what a wasted day that was. I should have spent it being happy with my other friends.
After MySpace and we had long gone our separate ways, you found me again on Facebook. We tried to be soul sisters again but the magic was gone. We did however remain friends, if cautiously. And then in 2020 you died suddenly and unexpectedly. Keturah, the real person behind the roleplay Terra passed away just before her 48th birthday. She had had an anxiety attack that landed her in the hospital with a cardiac arrest. I still hurt when I think of the love and the anger that we shared for so many years.
I love you and I am sorry for all the anger. RIP my soul sister Terra. RIP Keturah
A piece of your heart is now a distant star, shining silently in a cold sky. Friendships come and go like fleeting shadows, leaving behind echoes of what once was. You loved her in your own way, quietly and imperfectly. Sometimes anger flares that’s part of being human but your words carried weight, and deep down, she must have known that.
I once lost a friend I’d held close for 17 years. That day remains etched in my soul—a wound that never truly heals. We weathered storms, bitter fights, and painful silences, yet beneath it all, we shared memories that now feel like fragile treasures. Even in our darkest moments, those memories were the threads holding us together.
Now, all that’s left are those memories ghosts of laughter, moments of warmth, and the bittersweet ache of what we lost. She lives in my heart still, a star shining in the night, reminding me of a bond that time and distance could never fully erase. I remember Terra , and i am sure we will never forget her xox
