12 April 2011
0 ruthless, ii
i've been thinking about my grandmother lately. a lot.
it's been over twelve years since she died. surely i should've gotten over it by now.
but when people leave, i- in the most self-centered possible response- interpret their absence as a direct consequence of something i have done. i take it personally. and though, intellectually, i know they're gone, there is a part of me that assumes they aren't- that they are still out there, carrying on exactly as they were, having fun without me.
when i've been thinking about my grandmother, i've been thinking one thing: i have been wishing she would call. i want to hear of her adventures.
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