For you, it will feel like there is nothing left to be learned or loved or endured or appreciated; all that is left is waiting.
When I was eight, my mother would praise every piece of art I brought home. It didn’t matter whether I spent hours gluing macaroni on cardboard tubes or seconds slashing paint across construction paper.
The past reminds us of what we have overcome, but more importantly, that we can overcome.
The headline read, “The River Wolf Strikes Again.” As with the other victims, a body was found in the Ohio River. The throat had been torn out and the arms and hands showed lacerations consistent with defensive wounds.
Maybe it exists to keep us all humble, to remind us that we all make mistakes. Or maybe it keeps us in denial, to simply justify the wrongs that we’ll never be able to make right.
My loneliness has nothing to do with being alone. I’m realizing. My loneliness is from losing him. As a friend. As a lover. As a person in my life.
I have learned by having a brick wall fall on me about what’s really important in life.
I remember the past, more now than I used to.
By closing myself off from any possible attachment, I’m making myself incapable of finding love.
He told me he found someone else yesterday. He found someone that he truly enjoyed hanging out with and I wanted to die.