It’s such a di…

by sophie

It’s such a disservice when you’re not yourself, Colin said to me. 

Said  = texted, because so much of what we, everyone, does is just between our hands now. It’s why I keep saving voicemails from two years ago, even just from my parents saying little things. Because when you’re dead, you’re dead, and I want to keep the sound of the voice of everyone I’ve ever loved. I want all those voices. Call me, I’ll let it ring,  let the machine pick up, as we used to say. Just say hello, tell me something. Keep talking. 

I am quick to love, to believe love. I’d rather be able to imagine a beautiful possible future than no future at all, or a future entirely alone. 

Better this immersion than to live untouched, wrote Lynda Hull. 

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