- i miss you.
i barely knew anything about you, it's true, but you very quickly became someone important to me.
there's that quote about friends coming in and out of your life, some you know for a day, some for years, some for your whole life, and it's generally held to be very poetic, very true.
i don't like it. i don't want it to be true. i want my friends to be my friends forever. (you might have noticed i'm clingy like that.)
so, i miss you.
and i wonder, when i think about how you left, if it was because i wasn't enough of a friend, or too much of a friend...
but mostly, i hope you're doing well, and staying ahead of the pit.
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It felt increasingly wrong to ignore this. So, nearly two months later...
It wasn't you at all - it was the growing mess. I cast a net without knowing it, and when I saw what had become entangled there, I ran. (That, and my ego was chafed by being tagged a copycat simply for being. Being vague is in my nature. Mimicry is not.)
Moreover, the negativity elsewhere became completely tedious. I could not see anything worthwhile without squinting. You get a headache after a while.
The hole is still there, but I've still got legs.
And so do you...but from here it seems more like dancing than running.
I am not sure I'll be back; transience seems best. (And I am, after all, a ghost.)
Take care.
you are a very happy surprise! maybe i'd check my email more often if it meant i'd find more comments from you. :)
thank you for this. i wish you hadn't felt it necessary to leave, but i understand. this little imaginary world isn't as pretty as it used to be.
but you know you're always welcome, i don't mind being haunted. any time you're so inclined, stop by any of the spots i've made for myself, and knock twice, if only to let me know you're still around.
i don't know if this scrambling i'm doing can rightly be called "dancing", but giving up doesn't seem to be in my nature. i'm glad it isn't in yours, either.
have a lovely winter, r.
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