I think because of how much I’ve been crying I’ve found a point when I am ridiculously sick. The back of my throat hurts so incredibly bad I’m not really sure what to do with it. I know I still need to make a difficult (always difficult, but always necessary) call later, but I’m trying to put it off for just a bit so that I don’t end up messing things up. I feel kind of like garbage and all I want to do is curl up into a ball and ignore absolutely everything, but that’s not really what is allowed right now, you know? Life’s weird… so’s death.
You talk about things like they matter; you speak of love and companionship like you could ever fathom the loss of something that meant everything to you. You like to think you’ve got it all figured out, that one true love and how it should be, and how it’s always magic and perfect and you’re never angry and everything will always be smiles.
And then you watch someone lose the light of their life, you watch a man speak of a woman as if he didn’t just lose her, but lost his world. You hear him talk of her like she was an angel even though you know they often wanted to tear their own hair out in the company of one another. You understand then that all the love you have ever begun to feel in your life will never compare to what they had in their years together.
It gives you hope for an idea of love where someone can frustrate you, make you smile, drive you crazy, and still be the only thing that matters at the end of the day. You can go from screaming at each other, to sliding a hand across the space between to just touch the hand of someone you love and know that they love you too regardless of what happened a few hours, minutes, SECONDS previous to that.
I’ve seen the face of true love, and I’ve seen it broken… and it will never recover, there is a rift that will never be filled, but I will bridge it, I will hold him together because he needs me to.
So please, come at me again about what true love is so I can quash you.
I hope that everyone had a grand one, I just know that Valentines will never again be a day of pushing half-assed greeting cards and plying people with chocolate. Not ever. Never again…
Dust devil swept you away.
It’s still not real.
Ash and urn and silence.
Talk to me.
Dust devil swept you away.
My recollections are all that’s left of you.
Swirl and sway.
I crawled on tablet early tonight because I got dizzy. I’m almost 100% sure it has everything to do with my poor health and weight. Wake up call, maybe?
Also, Alice stabbed me with a push pin earlier, but only after she’d tried to run off with it. She didn’t mean to, I don’t think, but still, how the fuck did she get a push pin. Ugh.