Nik
2004-09-23 @ 9:31 a.m.

K-
We haven't talked this month. Not a single time, and I know it's because something is stirring in you too. I felt it in you this time last year.
When I saw you this time last year, just as the year before, I knew you were slowly drawing yourself way from this part of your life. And now, as I've read the story here, the story you've placed so much of yourself in, the one filled with truthes that for so long only I knew, I know you're stopping now because you have to.
I know you don't think you'll ever be able to tell anyone who didn't know you then, about this part of your life.
It hurts. I know it does. I wish I could say that it hurts me the way, or as deeply as it does you. But I'd be lying to you.
I wish I could tell people this part of your story for you. It would make it easier for you. But honey, some times life isn't easy at all. Some times, it's the greatest devestations that cause us to be great. And the strongest people are the ones who can speak of the parts of their life where they were broken down.
Losing him hurts, Kid. It always will.
I wish I could make it better for you.
All I can do, is let you know I love you, and hope, that one day, you'll be able to talk to me, or anyone, about it.
With open arms and heart,
~Nik