10 years ago
today
marks my loss of you, my angel. You're the reason that I write, you're the reason that I laugh. You're the reason that I swim in the ocean, and you're the reason that I can't let go of lovers, like a moon circling an absent planet, defying the rules of gravitational pull. You're the dark days I lie in bed, and you're the sun-filled adventures that ruffle my hair. You're me when I was 12, brooding life and death, forgiving my father. You're the girl who had so much hope, you're the girl who hurt so much, she contemplated alternatives. You eat the cold air out of the early morning sky, you feel the sand-gravel-dirt-grass under your bare feet, God you love you love so hard you break from it, you weep fearing the world is crumbling from failure, the pain emitting from your chest. You self-loathe, and you fight for that sole child-like innocence of me - me when we were best friends and I was only a little girl until the moment you died.
Thao,
you're me.
I love you so much. Thank you for being by my bedside always as I pray-love-sigh at night.
I remember her. She was a really nice soul. I remember her being in my class for Giao Ly one year. Cancer, right?
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