• A year later

    by  • September 10, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    I can only guess how you might feel when you think about me. Guilt? Shame? Sadness? Nostalgia? Ambivalence? But I know you think about me. I know you’re lonely, I know you’re depressed, you think you have no friends. I know you were flakey and non-responsive because it was just too much emotional energy for you in your state. That’s the worst part; I wish I was mad at you but I just still have so much empathy for you. Just know that you are loved, you leave a lasting mark, you are important, you are understood, and I can’t stop thinking about you, a year later.

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