Dear Maddie,
Sometimes I just write your name and wait. Sometimes it feels like I’m going to sink into the silence beneath this awful weight of not knowing what to say.
I don’t know why I miss you. I don’t know why I still curl up sometimes and feel so inexplicably sad. How do I tell people what’s wrong? I’m not entirely sure I know what’s wrong. Or maybe I do know and I just don’t want to believe it.
You wrote this a long time ago:
“I've poured so much of myself into her and she's poured so much of herself into me that neither of us is ever going to be the same again.
Parts of her are in everything, and she is a huge piece of my soul.
I talk about soulmates often, but the catch is...
I don't think it's a matter of finding someone.
I think it's a matter of trading pieces of soul until you have a delicate balance.”
How am I supposed to move on from that? How did you?
No trade-backs, Maddie. You broke the rules.
Or maybe you didn’t. Maybe that’s what this is. Maybe all the parts you left are straining to be back with you, and all the parts I gave are snuggled in and happy to stay. What am I supposed to do?
Always,
M
ps: whatever the case may be, it's always good to write your name.
I don’t know why I miss you. I don’t know why I still curl up sometimes and feel so inexplicably sad. How do I tell people what’s wrong? I’m not entirely sure I know what’s wrong. Or maybe I do know and I just don’t want to believe it.
You wrote this a long time ago:
“I've poured so much of myself into her and she's poured so much of herself into me that neither of us is ever going to be the same again.
Parts of her are in everything, and she is a huge piece of my soul.
I talk about soulmates often, but the catch is...
I don't think it's a matter of finding someone.
I think it's a matter of trading pieces of soul until you have a delicate balance.”
How am I supposed to move on from that? How did you?
No trade-backs, Maddie. You broke the rules.
Or maybe you didn’t. Maybe that’s what this is. Maybe all the parts you left are straining to be back with you, and all the parts I gave are snuggled in and happy to stay. What am I supposed to do?
Always,
M
ps: whatever the case may be, it's always good to write your name.