"We are here for you, always." "You can tell us anything, always." "We are so glad you are in our lives." "We love you, we care for you." "We will never leave you." "We are your friends, always." Liars.
Grief is a strange thing, isn't it? One day it consumes you, the next, you are okay. And then, without warning, grief strikes again at a reminder of what once was. You are not okay, again.
I'm famished, I'm tired, I asked for a glass of water but left with my heart of my sleeve. You came back for breakfast but I came back for one last goodbye.
Whatever happened to baby Cas or our dreams of leaving this all behind? I still think about him from time to time just as I think about us from time to time. Is he all grown up now? Have you outgrown me?
Who knew this city of music would change our lives forever? Two strangers, one night, two hearts, one bottle. Whether it has left us better off- well, I'm still trying to figure that out and I'm sure you are too.
Waking up in Memphis one last time and I am sad to say goodbye. She's driving me to the bus depot thinking about how she'll spend the rest of her day. Meanwhile, I'm thinking of how I can stay just a little bit longer.
To this day, it still saddens me that our only photo was upon the London Bridge. Don't get me wrong, it's a spectacular shot but it doesn't give justice to what we were or what would have been.
It took me far too long to realize that some people just. don't. care. Whether they hurt you, intentional or not, they just. don't. care. And they'll go about their lives with not an afterthought about you. It's a cold world out there- be careful who you let in.
Your silence did not imply that you had nothing left to say- no, quite the opposite. I heard everything crystal clear from the silence that followed- a silence so deafening, I wasn't loud enough to respond.
Whether I am sad or lonely, or as happy as can be, I still think of you. Even though I am surrounded by joy, it will never feel complete- no, not without you.
Like water, love cycles through you and I, and every corner of this world. It's always flowing, always adapting, always transforming- where would we be without it?
Your words fill me with oxytocin the way love laces each and every word you speak. Your touch fills me with endorphins the way your warmth melts away the blues. Your beauty fills me with dopamine every time I realize how lucky I am to have you in my life. Your smile fills me with serotonin the way its joy spreads across the Earth.
Dear diary; This lockdown has taken my mind on a roller-coaster. Up and down, and everything in between. I think I'm used to the vertigo of this new way of life and some days that's enough of a victory.
Dear diary; Sometimes, my emotions don't line up with my actions- what's up with that? It makes me want to scream into the void- why am I like this? Why am I so broken?
To this day, I can still sense you in every sunray and all its warmth you have shared with the world. Daughter of the sun, it is with your light this world doesn't seem so cold so for the sake of humanity, don't you take that away.
Sometimes we fall in love with those who simply show a kindness that few can reciprocate. They most likely won't think twice about you yet here we are, left so helplessly in love.