It’s been 10 years since you left me. I worry about you; where you are, if you’re happy, if you’re angry, or feel cheated and betrayed. If you don’t feel those last ones, don’t worry, I feel them for you.
I wonder if you are ever disappointed in me, in what I have become. I got to live and yet I’m not happy and haven’t achieved anything of any true consequence, nothing really. Nothing that would make your possible sacrifice worthwhile.
I worry that your family blames me for your death. But really, that’s alright if they do, if it makes them feel better. You and I know - it was no one’s fault.
I hate that, you know. That there’s no ‘moral’ or ‘take away’ from your story…just that truly horrible things happen to people for no reason, and that life never apologizes.
This is amazing, Kortnii. And yes, this is what it feels like. ~<3
Do you know what it feels like?