on a bed of anxiety over a deep dark drop
down into nothingness
into withoutyouness
Hi,
It’s been a while.
I was thinking of you this morning as I was cleaning the house in one of my fits of OCD-related fury. I made myself late again. But you know how that goes. If I can’t make anything else right, at least the microwave will be clean.
I was missing our jokes about Advil bottles and closet doors. I’m getting better at closing the things I open, by the way. I still leave water on the bathroom sink, though. And I was missing our arguments about that. Then I stared missing the ways I never figured you out and the stories you forgot to tell me.
But mostly I was missing the way you knew all my faults and liked me anyway.
Love,
Me
That was beautiful and so true!
those lyrics haunt me. “i crave inertia, every move made so i can stop…”
and that is such a beautiful and raw letter. did you send it?
You bitches are crazy.
You write very well. Precise and concise and the words have a power all their own.
“And I was missing our arguments about that. Then I stared missing the ways I never figured you out and the stories you forgot to tell me.”
So true so true. Just talked to the ex again tonight, and gawd.. if only he wasn’t such a loser. He once had great stories to tell..