It’s been almost 6 months since we’ve talked last. It’s like you dropped off the face of the earth. I’ve sent a couple emails, a few text messages, but nothing back. Am I angry? Not in the least? Sad? Yes. Do I miss you? More than I can say. There’s a definite void in my life now. I wish I could explain all you did for me after we got close, but there’s no way to. You hit me so deep and hard, opened up to me, let me find the strength to open up, to think about my problems, find a way to fix them. Every time I falter now, I think of you, think of what you’ve done with your own problems and I feel better, feel stronger, feel like I can pick myself back up. I do pick myself back up, maybe not because I want to, because sometimes I’d rather drown myself in the comfort of the sleeping pills, in the lightheadedness and bodily twitches than pick myself back up, but I know you wouldn’t stand for that, so I get up and keep going. I end up glad that I do, but at those moments, I just want to drown.
Six months, in the grand scheme of things isn’t a long time. Even less is the time that we got incredibly close. Those 7 or 8 weeks where it was as if we were inseperable left a huge impression on me, an impression that will last until the day I die.
I am a different person because of you. I think I’m a better person because of you.
Thank you, Kelly, thank you for everything. Maybe one day you’ll get to read this, or maybe one day I’ll get to tell you in person. Wherever you are, you are a part of me, wherever you are, you are in my thoughts.
Wherever I am, you’ll be there too.
