Thinking/feeling
I went to a ballroom dancing theatre production thing last night and for some reason it made me think of nothing but Rob the whole time. As I get older and experience more things, I guess I understand the finality of death more than I used to, and it just makes me so confused about life and the meaning of everything that we experience here and connect with and love.
Part of love is letting go sometimes I suppose. There's certainly nothing to be done about it now. I still wish that instead of being two people, the one who could love and enjoy life so thoroughly, and the one who felt like he couldn't continue living, he could have been just one person, just the one who felt lost and lonely and scared and out of control like everyone feels at times, but still pushed forward and could have remembered those moments, people and experiences that he loved that make life so damn worthwhile.
Blah blah blah, I miss Rob. I miss past Rob that I've known and loved, and I miss future Rob who could have done so many more wonderful things.
Part of love is letting go sometimes I suppose. There's certainly nothing to be done about it now. I still wish that instead of being two people, the one who could love and enjoy life so thoroughly, and the one who felt like he couldn't continue living, he could have been just one person, just the one who felt lost and lonely and scared and out of control like everyone feels at times, but still pushed forward and could have remembered those moments, people and experiences that he loved that make life so damn worthwhile.
Blah blah blah, I miss Rob. I miss past Rob that I've known and loved, and I miss future Rob who could have done so many more wonderful things.