Is what I would say to her now about all those long,
miserable years we spent suffering from her affliction together…
Because now that’s all I have are memories of her being
alive and sure, I block out most of the bad ones. Hell, I can’t even feel those
feelings now. All I can feel is the longing for what I had and didn’t
appreciate.
She was alive. And she cared about me.
I don’t think I can ever be the same or better than I was
with her, I’m just going to try not to slip downhill as fast as I know that I
could.
We had some trying times. I felt so overworked and
unfulfilled. Now, I hardly do anything and I feel like life is just going to
trample me into the ground. Entropy is moving faster than I can. Soon, I’ll be
gone, too.
And I’ll think back on these days, these lonely, miserable
fucking days that I hate to endure and I’ll say “I wouldn’t have missed it for
the world”.
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