The things I can’t tell you

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The thing that hurts the most are the things left unsaid.

I want to tell you so many things I see and feel and smell and hear Because that’s what I would do; that’s what we would do — we would tell each other the things. But I can’t tell you that.

And I just heard a song that touched me heart; I want you to listen to it. But I can’t tell you that.

And did you see “Nanette”? I need to tell you how it tore open the pieces of my heart, opened my heart, separated the pieces of my heart that had been broken over a childhood of knowing that I was wrong, I was sinful, I was broken. And then Hannah Gadsby stood up and said, “me too.” And #MeToo, actually. And we never did talk about that. Why didn’t I ever tell you about that? But I can’t tell you that.

And I found this article that speaks to your experience and you never did like it when I shared these articles with you. But I would send them to you anyway. So I’m tempted to do it now. And come to think of it, there are a few things you didn’t like But I would do them anyway. And I’m thinking now, maybe I shouldn’t have. But I can’t tell you that.

And I’ve been thinking about you and how proud I’ve always been to be a witness to your life, to share your dreams, and how much I want to see your life unfolding, But I can’t tell you that.

And I want to tell you I’m ok. The pain has passed, the wound is healing. Bittersweet — as the memories are also fading, the shared moments less present, the past receding.

But I’m ok. And do you ever think of me? And does the thought of what we had together make you smile? I really wish I knew.

But I can’t tell you about that, not anymore. And I can’t even tell you that.