For One More Day, Mitch Albom
It seems an age ago that I lost you. And even back then, I missed you more than you know.
I still do.
When someone is in your heart, they are never truly gone.
Somedays, I wish you were.
I wish you were gone.
I wish the memories and feelings and all that was, was gone. I know that what was, will never be again. And although the memories come back, goddamit I don't want them back anymore. I don't want anything anymore!!!
They came back.
The memories. Not all of them good. But I know that you won't.
Time may take away the harsh edges of the memories. It takes away the hurtfulness of the words that you spoke. It takes away the ugliness of what you were capable of; of what you did. Thankfully time and distance smoothes the edges.
But I wish time would wash them all away, like the sea washing over the sand, smoothing it over leaving no traces of anyone that has been there before it. I want that sea to wash over me, my heart, the debris that you left in the wake of your storm.
But even though it was hard. Even though the final "goodbye" was something that I had to do. It is still difficult. It is still hard.
Goodbyes are never easy. Even when you know that they are the right thing to be doing.
You played a big part in my life, and even though some of that was so toxic, I know that was because of what infected you, and not "you". It was so rare though, that the "you" was something witnessed. I know that I was priviledged to see "you". I know so few have.
I miss "you", the real you. The you that you enabled me to see. To know. To care for. To love.
That distance that has been there since we started the separate paths has never felt so great. I find myself wondering how you are. How things are. Whether you continue to get the help that you need. Whether you are still in the same place that makes you push everyone away, especially those that care. But always me. It has always been me that you have pushed away.
I would be lying if I said that it didn't hurt.
It does.
I don't miss the brutal and ugly words that at times so easily fell from your mouth. I don't miss the way that you felt it ok to treat people as you did. But I do miss you.
And I thought of you today.
The thought of you and the feelings that came, starting in the depths of my heart, in the pit of my stomach and I felt it rising to my eyes. I couldn't fight it anymore, fighting the tears that I have fought back for you for so long.
I hate to cry. I mean REALLY hate it.
And I wanted to scream at you. Why? Why did you? Why did you do it?
Why . . . .?
I tried so hard to do what I could. What I thought that you wanted and needed at that time. I tried so hard not to be worried or angry, or hurt by your actions.
I was all of those things.
And although I still am, the passing of time takes away the harshness of it all. And yet, even now, you find a way in. Find a way to bring those feelings back to the surface with their full force.
Your words resonate in my mind. My heart carries the scars that you inflicted upon it.
It didn't make sense.
You didn't make sense. There was no real reason. There was no explanation. You were selfish.
You always were.
You could be so strong at times, but so damned weak and cowardly on others.
And as I thought of you today, I felt so much anger at you. A burning intense anger that made me want to scream!!!!
Angry that you've made me feel this way. That even after this passing of time, that even from a distance, the tears finally came about you.
And who would have thought that they would come now?
After all this time?
After all that you put me through.
They come now. What the hell is that all about?
Fuck you!
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