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Wrath

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 A new letter. I'd forgotten about here: this new blog. It's a place to write to you. I miss you. I really do. Today I started speaking to Jodi (my new psychologist) about you. Or rather, our bad parts of our relationship that I suppose I need to work through. But now I'm thinking that I need to talk about the good things.  (I've switched over to trying to record with my microphone I wonder if it will make a difference. I'll see if it will help me perhaps speak more clearly, or not. Lets see….) So I was thinking perhaps I should try white things that I remember record memories of you. Hey sweet Thang\i am trying something a little bit different and by that I mean I am busy writing into Google Docs using the voice recorder. I missed you today; I started looking at some of your photos and I didn't get very far. just sitting here and starting to talk but I started to well up semi: because just picturing your precious face is so hard. I really miss you. I miss your

my first letter to you here

 Oh my Love It's been so long since I've really really  cried about missing you. I wish you were here. I wish you weren't gone. I feel like I dont know how to talk to you anymore... like saying this is all an act for a future self of me and I'm not sure if I used to talk to you the same way that I'm writing. (and YES, it does matter... to anyone else reading. The distinction matters. Though He   wouldn't need to have been told that. He would intrinsicly understand that.) My Love... how am I ever supposed to have a 'normal' life without you? I ache for you.  I know that, objectively I suppose, that life is 'better' because I dont have our conbflixt to deal with or your issues to hurt me (or mine to hurt you, to be fair) But.... I just wish you could be here. You. The real you... the one I loved endlessly. The one who caused the world to stop when we really kissed. Just soft lips touching and the world.... would pause. I ACHE for you. That soul who