willie,
i met someone who reminded me of you a little bit today.
granted, i am not in any way attracted to him. and hes not as adorable as you, and he certainly talks more than you ever did, and hes not really into the same music or books or films like you, either.
but his voice was yours and his awkward stance was yours. and the way he blinked his eyes, that was like you too.
it made me hate you and love you so much more, while i was looking at him.
hearing him talk made me sick to my stomach because it wasnt you talking. i would close my eyes and you would be in the room with me. but it wasnt you.
and he didnt have your hands. and as much as i longed to, i couldnt just lay my head in his lap and have him tickle my back, because thats what you do. or did.
and it made me miss you more than ever. it made me forget about the billions of other people in this world, and it made me want to curl in your arms and cry. it made me selfish, because by this little reminder of you, and suddenly i was in my own little world in my own little head thinking about you.
i thought about how when i fell asleep on the couch in the living room and you carried me to bed and tucked me in and quietly let yourself out the front door.
and i thought about how i wish you would have just crawled in to bed next to me. i would have been okay then.
but willie, as much as he may have reminded me of you, it was not you. god, it was not you. and nothing is ever as good as you. and nothing ever will be as good as you were.
it doesnt matter how much someone does or does not resemble you, its still not you. and it still will never be good enough. and ill still miss you. and compare everyone and everything to you, because apparently i like to torture myself like that.
i closed down tonight like i used to many months ago when i first realized i lost you. i closed down tonight and snapped at my best friend and i grumbled some sorry excuse and brought myself to my room to sit here and not sleep. i dont like who i am when i remember you, because this person hurts too much to be me. this person is more sullen than i actually care to be, and this person is a shadow of my former self when i was happy and when i was naive. i hate you for doing this to me. for creating this person, so full of guilt, and so full of hatred towards herself its unbelievable. but can i blame you? or should i blame myself? because you didnt do anything wrong. you just left.
i must have done something to make you leave.
so now im here, shivering, while the fan lazily spins above me and my thoughts bounce from my mind to my fingertips to this white, blank page.
and im thinking about you and its hurting and i wish i could stop it. and i wish i could halt these embarrassing and pathetic posts i have about you. god. i need to just get over it, get over myself, and get over you.
"someday my pain, someday my pain
will mark you.
harness your blame, harness your blame
and walk through.
and the storys all over you.
in the morning ill call you.
cant you find a clue when youre eyes are all painted sintra blue?
one might have been lost--
dont bother me."
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