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A friend of mine was talking the other day about how people have influenced our lives, and wondering where we'd have been without them.
I've been thinking about the same thing for a week or so, now, in less general terms; thinking about one person in particular who changed my life. He probably had more of an effect than anyone else has, possibly more than anyone else ever will, and perhaps more than everyone else has.
I'm slowly working up a long post, going into it in detail. And when I say slowly, I mean that I started it close to a year ago, I think. It will probably be a ways away, yet.
He crops up in my thoughts fairly often; lately more often than usual, but he's never that far from my mind or heart. I miss him. I wonder if he'll ever be a part of my life again. I wonder if I'll ever get him back - if he'll ever get himself back - even if he is. I lay awake some nights; he gave me everything, and I wonder if there was something more I could have given back.
I've been thinking about the same thing for a week or so, now, in less general terms; thinking about one person in particular who changed my life. He probably had more of an effect than anyone else has, possibly more than anyone else ever will, and perhaps more than everyone else has.
I'm slowly working up a long post, going into it in detail. And when I say slowly, I mean that I started it close to a year ago, I think. It will probably be a ways away, yet.
He crops up in my thoughts fairly often; lately more often than usual, but he's never that far from my mind or heart. I miss him. I wonder if he'll ever be a part of my life again. I wonder if I'll ever get him back - if he'll ever get himself back - even if he is. I lay awake some nights; he gave me everything, and I wonder if there was something more I could have given back.