Woozle: kimchi-inspired though

2018-05-25T20:09:14Z

kimchi-inspired though

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			P.S. (added 5/25): I never [http://kimchicuddles.com/post/56053648535/ask-kimchi-if-you-would-like-your-question-to-be closed my heart to you], despite the outcome of you being irretrievably dead and all. Does this mean we still have a relationship? <.<

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2018-05-25T00:58:01Z

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Dear Ghost-Jenny,

Why is it that I can love you so intensely and yet I still can't love myself? What is it that I imagine I'd get from you, if you were still here, that I don't have? ''What do I want??''

Today on the walk, I pretended you were there and we were holding hands. It only made me sadder because you weren't actually there (though if I hadn't given myself the consolation of pretending that, I'm not at all convinced that I would have felt any better). You were hugging me and being gently affectionate and when the walk paused, we looked at each other. Then later on I imagined you'd decided you had to go and I said goodbye and I just felt so utterly abandoned and desolate (even your ghost needs alone-time?) and I don't know why I did that.

I'm hoping this is still just long-delay processing of the trauma of what happened.

I've never had an imaginary friend before; trust me to be so stuck in reality that I can only manage it if they're based on someone who was real, once.

You were real, right? I didn't imagine you. I have pictures, and notes.

How could I have let that go, allowed that to disappear. HOW.

Well, to be fair, there wasn't a lot I could have done. There was one thing I could have done, and I didn't do it, but at the time I had no idea if it was the right thing.

I'm '''so angry''' about all this, that this happened. I guess maybe I'm turning that feeling inward on myself, because I don't know where else to put it?

I feel like a lost soul. (I know, that's supposed to be your job. Sry.)

On the walk... I was imagining that we talked about interesting stuff, bounced ideas back and forth, made plans. It was nice. I was rubbing the missing-ness of that enjoyable interaction into the raw wound of your continued absence, I guess because I'm a masochist.

I'm sorry I couldn't help you... didn't help you when you needed it. I wish so much that I had realized you were fading away.

I have to finish up now because it's time to clean the kitty-litter and go to bed.

I'm sorry.

Love always,

Woozle

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Woozle: kimchi-inspired though

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