the year is young

[row_fo_sho]

New Year's Eve was spent at Caz's. Twas wonderful. I was sorry I couldn't spend it with Alex, but as much as it meant to him, I think it held a lot more weight for Caz. He told me how happy he was that I was there, and everything he hadn't been saying was confirmed. No one really slept, we all shnuggled in a great lion pride-esque pile. Laying

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[human_target]

Erin, darling, I completely understand, and I would have it no other way. He needed you to be there, I just wanted you be here, a big difference, and that is fine. And you know what, I did not mind, it was more of the build up, but it was fine. I just wish I could have gotten to see you again before I go back tomorrow, but in due time.

[redlettervox]

wow. i did notice all the randomly beautiful artsy things around the house, and it's funny to realize that all of those are representations of her life, that can serve as memories of all the beauty she possessed and all the beautiful things she left behind. and yet in a way every silly little trinket seemed almost meaningless because of the fact that she no longer exists. it's difficult to find a balance between feeling hopelessly depressed, versus being able to celebrate the life that she led and the things she accomplished. but hey, i didn't even really know her...