dear Keith my lost friend,
Dearest Keth,
I’ve been sitting here for a while, trying to find the right words to capture a feeling that has been weighing on my heart lately. It’s a thought that creeps in during the quietest moments—the ones where the world slows down and I’m forced to really look at the people who anchor me.
To be honest, Keth, the thought of a world without you in it is more than just a sad idea; it is a landscape I simply cannot navigate. If you were to leave this earth, I wouldn’t know what to do. I don’t say that out of a sense of helplessness, but out of a deep recognition of how much of my map you’ve drawn.
You have this way of existing that makes the chaotic parts of life feel manageable. Whether it’s your laugh, the specific way you look at things, or just the steady presence you provide, you’ve become a fundamental part of my architecture. When I think about the future, your face is always in the frame. When I think about success, or joy, or even just a mundane Tuesday afternoon, you are there.
If that light were suddenly extinguished, I think I would find myself standing in a total, terrifying darkness. Who would I call when the world gets too loud? Who would understand the things I don't even have to say out loud? Without you, the colors would feel muted, the jokes would lose their punchline, and the very ground beneath my feet would feel less certain.
You are more than just a person in my life; you are a witness to my existence. You’ve seen the versions of me that I hide from everyone else, and you’ve stayed. That kind of connection isn't something you just replace or "get over." It's a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.
I suppose what I’m trying to say is thank you. Thank you for being here, for being exactly who you are, and for making this earth a place worth staying on. Please know that you are loved beyond measure, and that your presence is the greatest gift I have ever received.
Dearest Keth,
I’ve been sitting here for a while, trying to find the right words to capture a feeling that has been weighing on my heart lately. It’s a thought that creeps in during the quietest moments—the ones where the world slows down and I’m forced to really look at the people who anchor me.
To be honest, Keth, the thought of a world without you in it is more than just a sad idea; it is a landscape I simply cannot navigate. If you were to leave this earth, I wouldn’t know what to do. I don’t say that out of a sense of helplessness, but out of a deep recognition of how much of my map you’ve drawn.
You have this way of existing that makes the chaotic parts of life feel manageable. Whether it’s your laugh, the specific way you look at things, or just the steady presence you provide, you’ve become a fundamental part of my architecture. When I think about the future, your face is always in the frame. When I think about success, or joy, or even just a mundane Tuesday afternoon, you are there.
If that light were suddenly extinguished, I think I would find myself standing in a total, terrifying darkness. Who would I call when the world gets too loud? Who would understand the things I don't even have to say out loud? Without you, the colors would feel muted, the jokes would lose their punchline, and the very ground beneath my feet would feel less certain.
You are more than just a person in my life; you are a witness to my existence. You’ve seen the versions of me that I hide from everyone else, and you’ve stayed. That kind of connection isn't something you just replace or "get over." It's a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.
I suppose what I’m trying to say is thank you. Thank you for being here, for being exactly who you are, and for making this earth a place worth staying on. Please know that you are loved beyond measure, and that your presence is the greatest gift I have ever received.
@mimiisyourloser
