Hello. I am back. That is somewhat the gist of this past year- things bouncing back. Old regrets ricocheting off the walls of old haunts, a decaying houseplant growing green again. A haunting. Today will mark the 6th New Year’s Eve without Ry. I write about Ry a lot. Some may think I do so at nausea. The problem is, every friendship and endeavor of this iteration of my life can be traced directly to my time being friends with him. I exited an abusive relationship thanks to my friendship with him. The definition of intimacy changed because of him. I miss him. Several NYE spent dancing to Talking Heads and kissing cheeks at midnight. I wish he were here tonight. I wish I could see which one of my friends fall in love with him, smoking a cigarette in my backyard, cheersing a beer.
a rant about years
a rant about years
a rant about years
Hello. I am back. That is somewhat the gist of this past year- things bouncing back. Old regrets ricocheting off the walls of old haunts, a decaying houseplant growing green again. A haunting. Today will mark the 6th New Year’s Eve without Ry. I write about Ry a lot. Some may think I do so at nausea. The problem is, every friendship and endeavor of this iteration of my life can be traced directly to my time being friends with him. I exited an abusive relationship thanks to my friendship with him. The definition of intimacy changed because of him. I miss him. Several NYE spent dancing to Talking Heads and kissing cheeks at midnight. I wish he were here tonight. I wish I could see which one of my friends fall in love with him, smoking a cigarette in my backyard, cheersing a beer.