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I used to love thunderstorms.

The way the rain echoed off the roof and caressed the glass windows.

The splatter of drops hitting pavement and thunder booming on the horizon.

I loved its chaotic calming effect.

I was a different person back then.

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I want to do it so badly… I can feel it in my bones. And I feel so. Stupid. Like who am I? To tell our story. But I must. Because I’m not sure anyone else will.

I think of you all of the time, now that you’re gone.

I think of the times that we had, so far away.

It’s hard to not feel swallowed up by the grief, gone but not dead.

Like a different kind of death, almost harder because you’re just out of reach.

No reason for the absence but time.

Grown up and grown apart.

Sometimes I feel silly for the nostalgia.

But it’s all I have left.

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i need to start treating my body better. I need to open some windows. I need to stop being so forgiving. I need to leave. I need to come home.

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“If we wait until we are ready we will be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

— Lemony Snicket

Sometimes I look back on the person I was and think I must be crazy for missing it. I’m at such a better place in my life, but I can’t help but feel nostalgic. Don’t get me wrong, there was a lot of shit wrong, but at least I was 100% wholly myself. Sometimes I miss loving the things I used to love.