A few days ago I found the note you left me on my door, that night you came back. I remember wondering, am I strong enough to do this again? Can I deal with this pain again? Because I knew, even then that losing you was going to be painful.
About 5 years later, I can still say I miss you. I can still say I wish I was sharing my life with you. Maybe not as my life mate, but certainly as my friend. You were such a good friend, when you weren’t breaking my heart into 1000 pieces.
But I miss you. As I’m going back to who I was before I met you. As I’m exploring new boundaries, and trying to take these fantastic leaps of faith. Trusting complete strangers with my life’s goals and plans. I wish you were here. To lay with me as I express my fears that most people don’t understand.
I miss feeling so safe. Sometimes, I can be strong and say Thank YOU God that I even got to experience that feeling. So I know it can happen. But tonight, I just wish I had it back. I even called your number….even though I know you changed it. I just…..Do you remember that night we laid in bed, and planned out what our business would look like. All the ideas we had and how we actually prayed for it to happen.
I kind of hate the fact that I’m doing it without you. Even as I’m afraid of what’s going to happen. Even as I know that I can do whatever I set my mind to, even as I look at what my life has become since you.
I miss you. And part of me always will. I guess that will have to be enough. Writing you letters in my blog, because I know you will never read them. You didn’t read my blog when we were friends, I’m quite sure you don’t read it now. But someone in Tucson misses you.
And I hope that’s enough. I pray that’s enough. It kind of has to be enough.