2006-08-26
Nothing for a week and two today.In our secret email account I found:
"I miss being us.
I miss the bubbles, the joy.
miss looking at your face, reading your eyes, seeing the love and understanding.
miss knowing what you're thinking, what you're feeling.
I wonder if you've forgotten me. Forgotten how I used to cradle your face in the darkness and love you. SO much. You couldn't have been loved more.
don't know how to do this sometimes. don't know what's ok to say, how much of what we had remains.
just feel sad without you."
I replied:
"Nothing is forgotten: how could I forget the happiest times of my life?
I miss it all too. I remember that feeling of being loved. But I don't know if you can trust that you were just as loved.
And yes, I don't know how to do this sometimes too. Don't know when an expression of affection becomes another disappointment."