Once you left you took a piece of me that I only shared with you. You made me realize you can’t build homes in people.
Right now their every move is made in the effort of discovery. They expect nothing from one another yet.
We could spend years analyze every conversation, every interaction, every painful moment and try to figure out how everything would have gone if we had just done something a little different.
Friendships are hard in every stage of life, not just high school.
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.