Phantom Limb

Love is a many-splendored thing to be sure. But have you ever been exhausted by it?

I still miss him, after all this time.

It won't go away. It hasn't dampened. The right memory still pushes through me like a cannonball to the chest; each time I think "No, not again!" But yes, again.

It's exhausting. I'm exhausted.

But hey, at least I had something worth missing, right?

Loss

Last week, an online friend of mine threw himself in front of a train. It shook our little internet friend group and continues to shake us still.

Not eighteen a whole month yet. And he gave up.

My heart breaks every time I think of it. Even I assumed the pain would be less real, because it was a friendship without physical contact. It's not.

I keep thinking of all the beautiful world I would've missed if I had clocked out at eighteen.

Despite all, I try not to blame him. He was hurting in a way he didn't understand how to fix.

God, if you're listening(which is iffy, considering my dubious relationship with sin) can you do me a favor and at least give these kids a chance?

Twenty Greateen

Out of an entire year filled with friends, travel, events, job promotions, ghost hunters, funerals, unhurried conversations, art sales, and more...

The moment that makes my heart the happiest was the day I ran into him at our local coffee shop and made him laugh.