Tomorrow it will be a year since she passed. I miss her. I miss what she was, who she was. I think I undertand her now - why she was so misunderstood and felt isolated.
My best friends are commitment-phobes, hellbent on drinkng and/or shopping themselves into happiness. One tells me she cannot commit and she cannot. The other tells me he can commit and he cannot. They are terrified of what it means. They should be. This is the darkest post I will write.
I don't dwell on this side of things. But just for this moment, this one day in October, I am.
My best friends are commitment-phobes, hellbent on drinkng and/or shopping themselves into happiness. One tells me she cannot commit and she cannot. The other tells me he can commit and he cannot. They are terrified of what it means. They should be. This is the darkest post I will write.
I don't dwell on this side of things. But just for this moment, this one day in October, I am.