After all these years...
After worrying about him for all these years, following his life through tabloids and news reports as though we were strangers... A friend of a friend told me about his Live Journal.
I debated reading it for nearly a week. Did I have the right, at this stage, under these circumstances, to try to involve myself in his life again?
In the end, the need to make sure he was doing well overwhelmed my fears. I read everything I could, from the beginning.
At first, it was like reading the words of a stranger. The bitterness, the heartache he didn't even seem to recognize in himself... but as I continued, the undercurrent of the Alexander I knew came through.
I cried.
I had grown so accustomed to the pain that I was shocked at how deeply his words affected me. The isolation, the fear... he should never have had to feel those things. He's precious, and I don't understand how his father could have convinced him otherwise.
I debated reading it for nearly a week. Did I have the right, at this stage, under these circumstances, to try to involve myself in his life again?
In the end, the need to make sure he was doing well overwhelmed my fears. I read everything I could, from the beginning.
At first, it was like reading the words of a stranger. The bitterness, the heartache he didn't even seem to recognize in himself... but as I continued, the undercurrent of the Alexander I knew came through.
I cried.
I had grown so accustomed to the pain that I was shocked at how deeply his words affected me. The isolation, the fear... he should never have had to feel those things. He's precious, and I don't understand how his father could have convinced him otherwise.