journal · prose


And this is the truth that I discovered, at the end of another long day, after so much turmoil, so much bullshit, so much time. I’m not sad because you’re gone. You are where you need to be. I’m sad because you weren’t what I wanted you to be. Who I believe you could be. But would it have made much difference if you were, when I am not all that I could be? Unlikely. And I can find no blame or shame in that. Only time well spent in pursuit of that journey. And perhaps we will discover it, in time. In the meantime, I simply hope you know that you are missed and loved by someone. That someone believes in the best in you, always.


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