You're going to remember those things, and every now and then you're going to run into something that brings it all back.
I wish I could do more than offer you hugs from a distance. I really do. Because, honestly? You're one of the most treasured people in my life. You helped me get through so much shit and stopped me from losing faith in myself, and I want to return the favour (I wish I didn't have to, but...)
Seriously, I don't know if you have any idea how wonderful a person you are, deep down. You see what so many others overlook. Before you entered the scene (stage left, if I recall, apparently out of nowhere), I was the not-even-geek that even the losers looked down on or tolerated as though it was a favour (yes, I see that, now... and I see how I was played). You taught me to embrace my inner-redhead and bring her to the surface (literally). You helped me realise I wasn't the only person tempted to save the animals by feeding certain persons to them, and that the desire to use a baseball bat on cruel people was a justifiable desire.
I know this isn't really the point of your post, but I want to remind you how wonderful a person you are. When things happen, we can't help but want to do a postmortem and see all the things we 'could have done differently.' We want to take some of the blame.
The thing is that it's easy to look back and say 'coulda, shoulda, woulda' when our brains and bodies are back under our control. But what we aren't aware of, we can't do anything about.
I wish I could be more coherent about this and explain it better. Maybe, just that we don't know what really might have been, or what will be. I know that seems trite, but it's also true. And maybe the Greeks were right: maybe you can't avoid your fate. Sometimes things just happen, whether you want it or not.
Babe, I love you so much. What would I have done without you, then and now? Not a lot! Thanks for helping me pick up the pieces, again. And now I'm going to go, but I feel much better.
You're going to remember those things, and every now and then you're going to run into something that brings it all back.
I wish I could do more than offer you hugs from a distance. I really do. Because, honestly? You're one of the most treasured people in my life. You helped me get through so much shit and stopped me from losing faith in myself, and I want to return the favour (I wish I didn't have to, but...)
Seriously, I don't know if you have any idea how wonderful a person you are, deep down. You see what so many others overlook. Before you entered the scene (stage left, if I recall, apparently out of nowhere), I was the not-even-geek that even the losers looked down on or tolerated as though it was a favour (yes, I see that, now... and I see how I was played). You taught me to embrace my inner-redhead and bring her to the surface (literally). You helped me realise I wasn't the only person tempted to save the animals by feeding certain persons to them, and that the desire to use a baseball bat on cruel people was a justifiable desire.
I know this isn't really the point of your post, but I want to remind you how wonderful a person you are. When things happen, we can't help but want to do a postmortem and see all the things we 'could have done differently.' We want to take some of the blame.
The thing is that it's easy to look back and say 'coulda, shoulda, woulda' when our brains and bodies are back under our control. But what we aren't aware of, we can't do anything about.
I wish I could be more coherent about this and explain it better. Maybe, just that we don't know what really might have been, or what will be. I know that seems trite, but it's also true. And maybe the Greeks were right: maybe you can't avoid your fate. Sometimes things just happen, whether you want it or not.
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