Epilogue
Well, I've come a long way with this thing. It's shocking even to me how much I've grown since I started writing in Livejournal. If I didn't know it was me, I wouldn't recognize that somewhat whiny, slightly petulant, and often dramatic kid, with so much more then even he thought waiting inside him to come to the surface... but not yet... not yet... back then still covered in dirt, still in need of more polish... and more cuts. Just a shadow of a memory of who he is now. If I could talk to him for a few minutes, maybe I'd give him a pep talk. Something to keep his chin up, even though I know he does it just fine himself. Maybe warn him of a few mistakes he'd make... but no. I'd keep quite about those... because it's the mistakes that taught him best. Even now, not done yet. Not by a long shot. But a bit closer, I think. A bit. Or maybe I'd just give him a hug. A real, full hug, with every emotion experienced over the many months passed poured into it. All the sorrow and regrets and sadness, the frustration, the rage. The joy. Just hold him, as hard and tight as I could. And maybe whisper a word in his ear before I left.
Everytime before this I took a break, intentional or otherwise, I pretty much kept up reading my friends' entries, occasionally commenting. But now, as I begin to enter college, I think I'm finally done... I'll keep this for memory's sake, but other than that, no more updates, no more comments on other posts. It's been nice knowing you all, and thanks for reading... see you outside the web.
Maybe I'd just hug him, so he'd know what it feels like. So *I'd* know. Even if it's from/to myself. To keep the memory inside, of a touch of love, for times when things are darkest, and everything in you and outside you is screaming to stop, to quit, to give up. And maybe a word, said softly, to resound and echo as it enters his ear for the first time from another living person.
Just one word.
"Hope."
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Everytime before this I took a break, intentional or otherwise, I pretty much kept up reading my friends' entries, occasionally commenting. But now, as I begin to enter college, I think I'm finally done... I'll keep this for memory's sake, but other than that, no more updates, no more comments on other posts. It's been nice knowing you all, and thanks for reading... see you outside the web.
Maybe I'd just hug him, so he'd know what it feels like. So *I'd* know. Even if it's from/to myself. To keep the memory inside, of a touch of love, for times when things are darkest, and everything in you and outside you is screaming to stop, to quit, to give up. And maybe a word, said softly, to resound and echo as it enters his ear for the first time from another living person.
Just one word.
"Hope."
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