Nov 12, 2015
Stopped by
I saw that the last time I wrote, was when I was mourning the departure of Doug. It comes and goes in waves, but I still miss you. I still wish we could’ve had that closure.
I fell apart on the 4 month anniversary of your leaving. Come back. It’s going to be so hard in January, at your 6 months, the same month when you came and lived with me for a bit.
The thing is, as much as I want to sit and wallow in this, and mourn him, the world keeps going, and I have to live my life. One day, you’ll become a part of me as a fond memory, not as a raw wound that I keep crying over at night.
We weren’t the best of friends. We hadn’t talked in a year. But somehow, this is so much harder than I thought it would be.
