Sometimes you have to take a chance. A jump. A leap of faith. In order to move on. Sometimes you have to leave someone behind, even if it hurts, so you can move on.
I have been lost since you died. I have tried to move. But even when I go all in for a new endeavor, I return back to this same lost state. I hate that you left. I wish you never would have died. I hate being without you. So here is my good better letter. My Doctor thought this might help me.
TO: MY BELOVED
FROM: ANNE GUZMAN
I wasn't prepared to be without you. You were taken from me in a blink, and that only makes me think I took you for granted. I am reminded of you so frequently. I still stare at our pictures and your belongings which occupy this space. But you see, I am unhealthy. My mind is a mess, and my body is worse. So today, I am going to try to say good bye again. For me this time.
I will never forget what we shared.