I've been chatting with the partner of my dear friend who left us at the beginning of this month. I'm finding out how much I didn't know about her - her state of mind, for one.
It seems that one of the things bothering her was the deaths of so many loved ones. I read that sentence, and a voice inside cried out, What about ME? What about all the loved ones who have left MY life?
I wanted to talk to her about it, because she understood, and now I can't talk to her about it. She experienced a truly hellish childhood, and I knew I could talk to her about anything and it wouldn't throw her for a loop, because she'd been through so much.
I wonder if I'll meet other friends who mean as much to me as the ones gone before. Not the same - never the same - but still important.
It seems that one of the things bothering her was the deaths of so many loved ones. I read that sentence, and a voice inside cried out, What about ME? What about all the loved ones who have left MY life?
I wanted to talk to her about it, because she understood, and now I can't talk to her about it. She experienced a truly hellish childhood, and I knew I could talk to her about anything and it wouldn't throw her for a loop, because she'd been through so much.
I wonder if I'll meet other friends who mean as much to me as the ones gone before. Not the same - never the same - but still important.
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