Absence, Absinthe

It's been way too long since I've written anything here, I've been off in the world. I decided yesterday in fact, to write this down, mostly because I needed to see it for myself.

I've done something incredibly selfish, and in the process lost a friend who meant more to me than she will ever know. I used to talk to you, and we would swap stories of how fucked up our lives were. I could open up to you and not be afraid, because you'd been there. We were both sick, and we comforted each other in this way. And then one day you got better. I was so angry, I didn't know what to do or to say. Suddenly, I couldn't open up to anyone. I was so jealous and petty, I didn't care that you were better, I wanted you to be sick with me again. I think you saw all of this because we haven't spoken in over a year.

I was too selfish to get better with you, but I hope that I can follow your example. Maybe, someday we can talk and tell stories about how our lives have never been better. Until then, I want to thank you, and apologize for what I've done.