Miss you, friend

It’s morning and I’m tired and dealing with things. I have lots of ideas and thoughts, and this is a time when I would normally sit and bullshit with you about various and sundry. Even though I know it’s probably for the best, I miss our conversations and camaraderie. I miss your positivity and kindness. I miss the rabbit hole talks that made me feel seen and the soul connection I think we had. It’s hard to lose the connection we had. I’ll probably always have a scar over the loss of our friendship. Right now, I’m still waiting for the scab to form.

It’s okay to feel what I feel and to grieve this loss. It’s okay to remember the good and what is/was beautiful.

I read somewhere that where there is deep pain/grief, there is great love. I’m proud of that.

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