I was cleaning through my room and I found some old letters. A couple were from you. It didn’t hurt or make me angry in the way I originally thought I’d be, but it did tug on some heart strings a little. It was back in the day when we thought we had it all, as if we could take on the world.
We’ve both parted now and sewn ourselves up the best we can, and we’re both taking on the world in our own separate ways. I’ve won my battles and you’re almost there. You found someone to make you smile, and I’m more than happy for you. Kind of relieved, actually.
I have everything lined up for me, the only thing I’m missing is for that blue-eyed ghost to come out of these dreams I’ve been having and to appear in real life. I want to feel like I’m living, not that I’m just alive. I want to start thriving, not chuggin’ along until something kind of interesting lumbers in my way. I don’t want people to say goodbye anymore. I want someone to hunker down beside me and literally duct-tape his heart and soul to mine.
I just want to feel whole again.