I’m never gonna know you now, but I’m gonna love you anyhow.
I had a dream about you that I think was sent to me by some higher power, in effort to show me things worked out for the best. It didn’t change much though, because I woke up. In the dream I showed you all the pictures on my phone, and you showed me around your room. It was clean enough but your interior decorating skills were a mess. I hugged you and it felt so real. Among all the bad stuff I imagined, I still just focus on that.
It kept me up for weeks after you stopped answering. I tried so hard to figure out what happened. Maybe you’d had enough of me whining about my life to you. Of course, soon after you disappeared, I finally added lithium to my home pharmacy. Now I’m pretty much normal. No trying to jump off buildings or mutilating myself since. (Cue Alanis Morissette, although I’m not sure she understood the meaning of irony, at least not in the literary sense). I’ve got normal person problems lately, like trying to fix my family and figure out what the fuck to do with my life.
Or maybe you also thought of me when you listened to twilight. You know which line.
It’s possible it’s best we never talk again. You are the smartest person I know, so I should probably accept your judgement. All I know is I still feel your absence and I think I always will.
I’m not sure you ever knew my name. I changed it a lot. Was it because I shared my name exclusively with women above 80? Probably that, in combination with my tendency to run away from myself. Regardless, it’s been Dani for about 6 years now. I just liked the sound of it, I guess. I always wondered how you felt about the shortened version of your name. I wonder about a lot. Is your hair still a little grown out, or did you make the mistake all men do and shave it? (Ok, I’m sorry, I’m mostly joking). Do you have the same job? Did you move to Australia? I could see you doing that. Probably not immediately though. You’d be responsible about it. Do you wonder about me?
I could write forever. I better stop now before I start crying. I love you. HAGS.

