grief is just love with no place to go
i've been grieving. some might even say that i have for far too long.
this is a letter to you, you dumbass.
with 20 minutes left on your birthday, i realized that i've wanted to write you one ever since we stopped talking. through the years, i've thought about writing it physically then having a mutual friend hand it over, or just simply writing it digitally and dropping a .pdf in our ghost town of a chatbox. i've daydreamed about the day you'd read it, possibly approach me, and we'll start talking again.
that's all there was to it---daydreams.
maybe that's why i couldn't sit still the whole day. i couldn't lock in for the life of me. let's just say it's because of that. you. the thought of you.
whatever.
i miss you.
maybe i should write to you.
so, here i am. writing a post in my anonymous blog that you probably won't ever see. but it's something.
honestly, i don't even know what to say. i don't know where to start. it's been so long, and maybe i just have too many stories to tell you that i can't find which to begin with. maybe it's because i don't know what words you even want to hear from me. do you want to hear about how college has been for me? do you want to know how my dogs are doing? do you want me to ask about your cats, family, friends, or significant other? i don't even know if you do want to hear from me.
i don't even know why exactly we stopped talking to each other. we just... did.
2 minutes left. my eyes are puffy, nose filled with sniffles, chest heavy.
almost 3 years ago, i lost you in my life. and for 3 years, i've grieved over that loss.
i didn't know what to do. i've always thought about what could've been if i had reached out earlier, but the fact remains that i didn't, and i still hesitate to.
it's been so long... but i still think of you fondly. i hope you're well.
belated happy birthday, dumbass.
you still have a special place in my heart.















