From a31ca0a4a7679ee2187571e5de032cc32b3470a3 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2022 21:45:06 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/selected-letters/001.md | 10 ++++++++++ 1 file changed, 10 insertions(+) diff --git a/writing/post-self/selected-letters/001.md b/writing/post-self/selected-letters/001.md index 12dcf1e5..e2f35426 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/selected-letters/001.md +++ b/writing/post-self/selected-letters/001.md @@ -24,3 +24,13 @@ And yet I'm not sure I did remain myself. A part of me died, and I do not know w I also didn't think of forgetting, and I think that's what got me over the weekend. Sorina and I seem to have been of one mind that we'd give it a bit of time before getting in touch with each other, but she hasn't left my thoughts since we forked. She *can't* leave my thoughts. I *can't* forget her. But, I realized, she can forget me. She can forget us. + +There may come a day --- and I pray that that 'may' is accurate, for my sake if nothing else --- when she cannot remember Dear, cannot remember any of us, cannot remember why we love the ones we do. For all of the complaints about our impeccable memories, this is one instance that I struggle to see myself living without. + +What do I do? How do I live with the life I've created for myself? How do I internalize that a part of me has died? + +I'm sorry, Ioan. There's nothing I can do about any of this, and certainly nothing you can do, however many hundreds of billions of kilometers away. I write because there is a sort of stability in you that has rusted in me. It has frozen all of my joints and so I risk cracking while you remain firmly rooted and flexible. + +I'm sorry, Ioan. + +Pass on my love.