People have a tendency to disappear.
The first I remember was 40 years ago this month. *poof*
And there have been a few in a row; then a few in a row — followed by a few in a row — ever since.
And maybe sometimes now I prefer to sit still, the seat next to me empty.
A preemptive cut to the chase kinda thing.
…Because now my heart can’t handle temporary people.
Because once I love, I love loyally.
And that cannot be undone.
Even if they…. well……
(so many even ifs)…
and, that’s okay because love is forgiveness, too.
To the few that have stayed — the friends that have become the family I never had — I cherish you.
Your own volition is the truest love.
(I am not the only one — but it’s a hard topic to write about without sounding like a tiny sad violin — so many of us don’t write about it, and that can feel like shame.)
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper