It’s the fifth of
November… Remember Remember
And I just can’t forget.
So in the interests of
trying to expel the morbid, emotional, hormonal and really out of sorts ‘me’…
I’m going to delve into the past and remember. Because I’m fairly sure that
this is why I’m a little ‘flat’.
Two years ago – now – I
wrote my last whatsapp to Nhandi. It said “I love you and miss you and want you
better. Love you love xx”
I didn’t know that she
would never read it, I didn’t know that would be my last message to her. Had I
had known, I would have said:
“My darling girl, I love
you and I miss you and I want you better. I can’t comprehend you not getting
better so do it! You’ve been the best friend I could have wished for and
although I wasn’t always the best friend I could have been to you, I love you
unconditionally. Love you love xx”
*it is interesting to note from afar that my last word to her was 'love', as that's why I've always said "love you love" and she was one of a few who knew that*
Yes, I think that’s what I
would have said. If I had to write to her now, I would say something different.
It would be a mixture of happiness, anger and grief. I would berate her for
leaving me/us/everyone, I would tell her funny stories of things she’s missed.
I would tell her how everytime I see something that reminds me of her, or I see
a picture, my insides just clench and while I don’t want to cry anymore, I find
those tears sneak up at the most inopportune of moments. I’ll tell her how sick
I must be making everyone when I go on about how much I miss her. BUT also, how
I’m really annoyed with her for leaving me. How she was really selfish leaving
her babies to that man. BUT that I know how much she was hurting and now she’s
not.
I’d tell her that and
more. I’d tell her how I hear a piece of music and hear her singing. That I’m
still silly and goofy. That two years later, I still go to text her something.
That seeing pictures of her babies makes my heart swell and I realise how proud
I am of her.
I’d tell her I love her so
much.
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