Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Although it's not quite true...because it's not nighttime yet and well, I'm not quite writing about long lost love. Part of me wishes this could be this little paragraph, where my secret hidden talent at writing comes out and it expresses everything I've ever felt
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I wish I could be there to give you a hug, Swetha. And that I didn't have to awkwardly type out these...concise sentiments that sound weird and stilted and not at all like what I want to say.
And I know it won't help, but. I'm thinking about you.
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I don't think the five stages really exist -- I didn't go through them when my grandfathers died. I think everyone just deals with it as best they can.
My family and I are thinking about you and yours; if you ever want to talk (about anything), I'm here.
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You are in me and my family's thoughts and prayers always. And actually, you're in my dreams too. Three nights ago, I dreamed that we were sitting at a table somewhere and talking. Don't remember where, or about what, but just thought you should know that there are always people thinking and caring about you. If you want to ever sit and talk at a table or anywhere else in real life, let me know, I'm here in Fairfax!!
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i know that you always have a huge smile on your face every time i see you. and it's lovely.
but right now, after having just read this, i teared up a little, and i want to hug you for a very long time.
<3
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