Slowing down
Last night was kind of hard for me. It was the first time since I left that I had time to sit down and miss people. I do. Terribly. I was on the phone to my best guy… I don't know if I can call him that anymore… Damn. I just thought of that. I don't know what to call him. Maybe, my best friend. I was on the phone to my best friend last night when it hit me - I can't just drive over to see him anymore. I can't look forward to going out to dinner with him or getting a much needed cuddle. That led to a whole lot of other loss stuff. By the time we got off the phone, I could barely speak and I couldn't see.
Having Hans, David and Lori here does make it easier… and harder. Easier because of our friendship and instant support of one another. Harder because of the constant reminders. I know the pain of the parting will grow distant eventually. But, in the meantime, it really wounds the soul.
With that, I'm going to go before I start writing mopey poetry.
Having Hans, David and Lori here does make it easier… and harder. Easier because of our friendship and instant support of one another. Harder because of the constant reminders. I know the pain of the parting will grow distant eventually. But, in the meantime, it really wounds the soul.
With that, I'm going to go before I start writing mopey poetry.