he is in some serious emotional agony. He writes to me like a poem assigned to a person. It’s refreshing. We have been purging our anguish back and forth on each other. He lost a Father to death, I lost my family as a result of their own choice to turn their backs on me. I told him that I envy the loss that he feels. Told him to drink up the bond that is still there…because it is. I envy his loss. There is no worse feeling than simply being walked away from.
