Sometimes

Sometimes I think about how bitter I once was that I ended up living in this part of the world…and it’s funny. True, I lost someone who meant the world to me because of it. And I know that you end up meeting people no matter where you are, and maybe there’s an alternate universe out there where I’m so grateful that I didn’t leave because of the people that I met.

But without ending up here, I wouldn’t have met a lot of people, and particularly these two wonderful, lovely, warm people. And it just feels like my life would’ve been so much poorer without that. Everything from where I used to live just pales in comparison.

I suppose this is a very common kind of situation to end up in. But I’m just sitting here thinking about how glad I am that things worked out the way that they did. Even if things are complicated, and even if I can’t see either of these people properly right now. It wouldn’t matter if I never got to see them again; my life is still better for them having been in it.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m hoping whoever reads this might take something away from it. Or maybe it just feels good to tell someone, even if just the infinite void of the internet, about how much I care for these people. And I know many would ask why I don’t just say it to them, but you’ll just have to trust me that being that direct would not be the right action to take at this moment. So all I can do is my best to convey it with the little things and tell strangers on the internet about these two men whom I hope are out there happy, warm, and safe right now. They deserve nothing but the best.