I wish I had seven, or any number, of words to say in response. Instead, all I have is a full heart, a few tears and abounding sympathy.
So much love to you. Time passes too fast. And friends -- especially the kind who have never been lucky enough to occupy the same room -- slip in and out and away so easily.
I care about you very much. I think about you. I hope that some kind of grounding or balance finds you, even if it's never quite the same as it was before.
This is more than seven words, and they're all amazing.
These thoughts? They don't weigh me down for long. Some days are harder to navigate than others, for a myriad reasons, but I'm rock solid.
And, you're not away; I think about you all the time, your voice, if not the physicality of your presence, an echo in my brain. A large part of who I am, my memories, my make up. I love you and the life you are building, and I'm grateful for the ability to peer into the window every now and then.
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So much love to you. Time passes too fast. And friends -- especially the kind who have never been lucky enough to occupy the same room -- slip in and out and away so easily.
I care about you very much. I think about you. I hope that some kind of grounding or balance finds you, even if it's never quite the same as it was before.
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These thoughts? They don't weigh me down for long. Some days are harder to navigate than others, for a myriad reasons, but I'm rock solid.
And, you're not away; I think about you all the time, your voice, if not the physicality of your presence, an echo in my brain. A large part of who I am, my memories, my make up. I love you and the life you are building, and I'm grateful for the ability to peer into the window every now and then.
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