Dear Aditi,
For as long as I have known you, I have known that you are the type of person who cherishes people and people’s company. The little things they say and the slightest quirks they have, you notice them. It’s the thing that people love about you, whether they know it or not. Now I don’t know if that is common or not, but I don’t have it. I don’t notice anything unless it is blaringly obvious. And I don’t even remember small details about myself, let alone other people. To put it in the sappiest way possible, you are special and no one can compare to you. It’s horrible that fate is cruel enough to separate you from us first. And here is the important part, first.
Give us all a year, maybe two and we’ll be heading off to different parts of the world. It’s a part of growing up. I mean, you do have to grow up faster than us, but also you did get a debit card first. Give and take, I guess.
Also, you going away did not make the memories memories. They were already memories, even if fate would have been kinder and let you stay. The fun times are memories, they always have been. And yes, they will fade away. Some of them at least; and they will be replaced with better ones. Don’t worry; I will still be in them. Somehow. But you are grieving, and I will allow you to. Only till you come to terms with yourself. Your life.
Now, how I deal with grief. The simplest way to put it is, I don’t. When something upsets me, I watch anime or tv shows or youtube videos until I forget my pain. Until what I was grieving for doesn’t seem relevant anymore. Until the life and struggles of these fictional characters become more important than my life and struggles. I also eat my feelings. And draw my feelings. Sometimes I try getting a piercing to feel more close to someone far away. And the strange thing is, it works.
You could try that or boop everybody’s forehead. It’s funny, but socially unacceptable. So don’t do that. Maybe do it to yourself, but not in public. Mumma would be a perfect candidate for it, just saying.
Sayonara.
Upa.
For as long as I have known you, I have known that you are the type of person who cherishes people and people’s company. The little things they say and the slightest quirks they have, you notice them. It’s the thing that people love about you, whether they know it or not. Now I don’t know if that is common or not, but I don’t have it. I don’t notice anything unless it is blaringly obvious. And I don’t even remember small details about myself, let alone other people. To put it in the sappiest way possible, you are special and no one can compare to you. It’s horrible that fate is cruel enough to separate you from us first. And here is the important part, first.
Give us all a year, maybe two and we’ll be heading off to different parts of the world. It’s a part of growing up. I mean, you do have to grow up faster than us, but also you did get a debit card first. Give and take, I guess.
Also, you going away did not make the memories memories. They were already memories, even if fate would have been kinder and let you stay. The fun times are memories, they always have been. And yes, they will fade away. Some of them at least; and they will be replaced with better ones. Don’t worry; I will still be in them. Somehow. But you are grieving, and I will allow you to. Only till you come to terms with yourself. Your life.
Now, how I deal with grief. The simplest way to put it is, I don’t. When something upsets me, I watch anime or tv shows or youtube videos until I forget my pain. Until what I was grieving for doesn’t seem relevant anymore. Until the life and struggles of these fictional characters become more important than my life and struggles. I also eat my feelings. And draw my feelings. Sometimes I try getting a piercing to feel more close to someone far away. And the strange thing is, it works.
You could try that or boop everybody’s forehead. It’s funny, but socially unacceptable. So don’t do that. Maybe do it to yourself, but not in public. Mumma would be a perfect candidate for it, just saying.
Sayonara.
Upa.
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