‘Love Is The One Thing That We’re Capable Of Perceiving That Transcends Dimensions Of Time And Space.’

"And let me dream of you tonight for I miss you more than usual today"

— Edward Lee

First snow without him.

I wish he'd yell at me to shovel the damn driveway.

How fucked up is that?

3 years ago today they sat me down and told me you weren’t going to be okay.

Not because of cancer or a heart attack.

Something stupid.

An accident.

I didn’t even know that the last time I spoke to you would be the last.

Somehow it wasn’t a fight.

Somehow, you complemented me for the first time in a long time.

It felt like a new start.

A tenuous truce.

And then you were gone.

Forever.

I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you

How did you live through all that shit just to be brought down by this? It makes no fucking sense.

I still need you.

I just want to hear your voice again

Yell at me

Please yell at me

Because then at least you'd be breathing

I love you. I know these words won’t reach you, but let me say them here again and again.

Let me share a piece of all this love that is rotting within me.

Wandermania.

I miss the little whistle you'd do to get someone's attention. The little two note high low whistle. You used it the last time I spoke to you and it was a good conversation. I still use it to get the cat's attention because it's what he responded to best.

He misses you like hell.

So do I.

Sophia Loren / Unknown / @ ojibwa / Adélia Prado / Unmade Bed by Sally Strand / Paul Auster / Unknown / Lucille Clifton / Unknown Artist / Kaveh Akbar / Unknown Artist / Marguerite Duras / Claude Monet

I should have raked the pine needles with you. I should have gone to dinner with you.

I should have been there when it happened

I should have been there.

It really was that bad.

We really did hurt each other.

We said awful things to each other.

Why did we have to hurt each other?

Was my pride that important?

Was the house always being messy that bad?

Could we have compromised somewhere?

Yeah. We could have.

But we can’t anymore.

Because you’re gone.

And I’m all that’s left.

You can’t apologize to a grave.