Dear You...
i never thought i would have to write this.
this goodbye.
it's more painful than i ever thought it could be, but the nights are getting longer due to the weather and i need to let you out of my head so it'll hurt less in the lengthening hours.
i am writing it and posting it here knowing you will most likely never read it, but also knowing that you, in a bout of rage or emotion or whatever it was, told me you never wanted to see me or speak to me ever again. those harsh words, usually reserved for playground tantrums and menstruating spouses, have been adhered to for just over a month now.
most days and nights i can't watch films or look at photos or listen to songs because of you. because of our history.
it is almost as if more than half of my senses are completely useless because all they do is make me want to die. everything reminds me of you and our friendship and i miss it so much.
some days i have to completely eradicate any thoughts of you from my house, putting the kibosh on any of your music and any films or meals that you and i might have shared for fear that if i were to encounter any of these forbidden things on that particular day, i might fall into a heap of something weepy, painful and all together awful that i don't want to experience.
the nights that i actually do sleep are typically filled with dreams of me seeing you again, sometimes with them bringing light at the end of the tunnel and you being kind and hugging me. other times, most times, you are horrible to me and make me cry so hard in my dreamy sleep that i rouse with tears in my eyes and nothing to hold on to because Muffin doesn't understand this kind of loss.
god knows he tries. he really tries to listen. i've explained my feelings and emotions to him over and over again and i'm afraid that even now, nearly three months later, he still cannot fully understand more than that i am hurting and have to cry from time to time. he's not experienced a loss like this, so i don't expect him to understand. he holds me, and that's good enough most of the time.
i wonder if you too struggle. if you too find yourself avoiding certain films on the shelf for fear of the memories it will recreate for you. i'm most scared that you don't feel like i do. that you don't care that this friendship we had is completely gone and has been for over a month now.
am i so disposable that not having me there is the same as having me there?
did all the things you and i go through over the last six years mean nothing more than what a letter and a messy bedroom could easily destroy?
it seems that way. and that hurts.
just know that i miss you. god i miss you so much. i miss your voice and face and kindness. you don't have to stop being kind. please don't.
i heart you squishy. so much.
heart,
dan
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