It’s such a confusing feeling on the days that I think about her— and want to look for her, but I don’t.
I should be proud of myself, but sometimes I’m overwhelmed by the emptiness of the echo.
Tonight I thought about her but reminded myself that looking for her doesn’t serve me. And if I did, I probably wouldn’t feel good seeing what I found.
How strange it is even after all this time.
Still, I am more than this.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.