Log 09: After the storm
I had thought I had put it all behind me. That there was enough distance that he would not upset me anymore.
Maybe it's because I keep hoping he will appear here. Arietta made it, and so did the Fon Master. And so ... I simply thought...
Hope opens the door to disappointment. Desire carries the chance of heartache. I know these things, but it never makes it any less difficult. It was very difficult to stand when he would sit with me, difficult to open the door when he followed at my elbow.
He smiled as I was shutting the door. What kind of ghost is so cruel...?
I do not want to think that that is the end. I do not want to stop hoping you will appear here.
There is nothing else I would want more than to hold you in my arms again.
The storm ruined all my ground markers and created sizable ponds of water. Let's hope some of the tree markers survived.