Two Writings A Few Months Apart
I was curled up today, craving comfort, but none of my usual characters felt right. I realized that I was craving you. And just then I picked up my phone and there was a message from you. And that meant more than anything because... it's like you knew. This has happened so many times recently, you just know. We're connected. "We are conjoined. I'm curious whether either of us could survive the separation." I know I couldn't. I love you.
I did. We separated. And I survived. In fact, I think I'm living for the first time. I am finally fallen from grace, properly. I realized that I was clinging to you as I did God. I was in love with loving you, but I don't know that I was in love with you anymore. But now my Gods have abandoned me. I am fallen; I am freed. I am happening, and my happening is beautiful. Thank you. I'm learning now, because of you, to understand that I'm not too much, other people just don't have enough space for how much I am. You didn't have enough for me, but you tried anyway, and I appreciate that. I hope that one day you find someone who has enough for you and that, when you do, you have enough for them.
