It’s been nearly a year now.
One out of almost 40. In the other 39, I knew you.
You were there, and now you’re not. And no matter how smart I get or how much time passes, I’ll never understand. Still don’t.
Why anyone has to go away, leave this Earth, say goodbye. It’s why I struggle to believe in God anymore.
Perhaps there will come a time when I go to shower in the morning, and the sunlit bathroom doesn’t fill me with sadness, because your bathroom is one of the last places I viscerally remember, even though you hadn’t been in it for months.
Perhaps there will come a day where I don’t ache from knowing you’re not here anymore.
Perhaps, but I don’t know.
I seriously don’t know anything, anymore.
We’ve never met, you and I. I followed you on MySpace in what seems like an eternity ago. Your sensitivity was a draw then, and it still is. I don’t know the details about this post, and I don’t need to. I just wanted you to know you have been heard. This post is universal, and powerful, and good. Thank you for it.
That means more to me than you even know. Thank you so much.
What you think matters.
What you feel matters.
You are sparking me to write about what Divinity means again. Hmmm…..
Thank you, Anonymous — and you should.
I forgot what an amazing writer you are. I hope I’m not spamming you- I’m having trouble leaving my comment.