Welcome to The Internet, TrashWizards - w4m
Me: often mistaken for a cat
Hey Trixter with the devilish laugh,
I can't contain you in a single memory, or even a succession, so I'll opt for meaning instead, and what you meant to me
You helped me believe in myself in ways that few people have, you made me feel valued and loved...because you got my Achilles heel in *that way* and let me know I was okay
I've been re-reading all our messages over the years, and there was this constant thread of you coaching me to stand up for myself, to stop eating shit sandwiches, to stop being whiny but assertive, to stop feeling like I owed people (when I didn't), to demand better for myself from others, to make great things, great art, have great conversations, love madly and deeply those who deserve it
And all the hilarious beautiful confessions we had that can never be shared, and the snark... the delicious snark
I wish we hadn't drawn apart over this last year, never had those two fucking petty arguments that were pretty meaningless with our twin stupid hot tempers. I know we were both cooling off, and then I was in crisis, and you had so much going on yourself. I kept thinking things would soon be settling down for both of us, and we'd have time... I've missed you so much the last year.
You touched me deeply and profoundly, and I wish you could now see how much I took so much of what you said to heart, and finally understood so much of what you were trying to teach me.
Love always, &
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