I haven't been here in a month, and I miss you people. I hope you know how much I appreciate all the support and help I have received here.
Hopefully I'll have time over the summer to be more active here again. For right now, though, I wanted to share a message with you. This is an email that I composed to my ex-T. I haven't sent it, and I don't know if I will. For now it feels like enough to have written it. But I do want to share it here, partly because I think this is probably the only place I could share it and have any hope that at least one person reading it will understand.
So please, if you can relate to this, if it doesn't seem just completely batspit crazy to you, let me know, ok?
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I heard that you moved your office to a new location.
Maybe I shouldn't ask because I don't know how the answer will affect me, but I find myself wondering if you have the tapestry that was on the wall in your old office still. Did you move it and hang in your new space?
I left my story in the gazebo in that tapestry, in a box under the bench.
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It worries me that she might not have it. I mean, I don't know if I care that she has it or not, but what if someone else does? I just can't shake the feeling that some important part of me is connected to that tapestry, and I wonder...well, I don't know. I just wonder.
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She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went.
"It's easier to feel the sunlight without them," she said.
~Brian Andreas