Dear blog reader,
Hi 🙂
You know how everybody has those handful of people in their lives who are closer than family? The ones who know you down to your sodding bones. The ones with whom you share a mutual bond that surpasses all distances and conditions. The ones who make you feel comfortable in your own skin — bare, bleak or bedraggled.
Yeah, them. I have a deplorably low number of such friends. I talk to so many people, but I rarely ever ‘connect’ with them. We have conversations, we laugh, but I still feel like somewhat of an impostor in front of them. I know some people who excel in the art of socializing, making friends, and gelling with all sorts of people with impressive ease and gusto. For me, if I don’t connect with them, I mostly never seem to make the effort.
So the people I do share that bond with, I hold onto them with dear life. I’ve lost a few, but recently, I’ve gained a few as well. And every time I feel like life is knocking me around like a ball in a Pinball machine, I directly or indirectly, knowingly or unknowingly, passively or aggressively, depend on them. They make me feel like my life still makes sense somehow. And although, I sometimes disappear from WhatsApp and don’t answer calls, I do have my sudden outbursts and outpourings of love and affection. But I feel like I don’t do justice to the fierceness of my love for them.
I want to run up to them, shake them up and yell in their faces, “LISTEN UP, YOU! YOU NEED TO KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU. YOU JUST DO. I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO EXPRESS IT. BUT IT IS ABSOLUTELY IMPERATIVE FOR YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH. ARE YOU GETTING ME?!”
How do I hush this kerfuffle inside my chest? I want to jump and dance and kick-box and sky-dive from skyscrapers till I dispense all this energy. It’s tough being like this. It’s too much of everything. It’s too much, or nothing at all. It’s either freezing cold, or molten lava. Stultifying darkness, or blinding light.
I just want all of you to know, I love you more than anything. Thank you for being there throughout my anxiety attacks, dilemmas, bouts of insomnia and insanity, and angst-ridden e-mails and text messages. Thank you for listening to me and understanding my coruscating flashes of inspiration, fears, migrations and hibernations. Thank you for just being yourselves.
Thank you for being my horcruxes.
P.S. SO.MUCH.LOVE.
CAN’T.TAKE.IT.










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