Part of me wants to cry a lot of tears.
Part of me wants to write a “Dear ____” letter. Not to get involved in anybody’s business, but to say thanks for the good parts and get clarity on the bad.
Part of me wants to stay away.
Part of me wants to stick around and see what happens next.
Part of me wants to say it’ll be OK.
Part of me wants to say, “Wake up, grow up, quit messing around, and get on with your life!”
Part of me wonders why.
Part of me says it’s really not my concern.
Part of me says yes it is.
Part of me wants to help.
Part of me wants to know what happened.
Part of me wants to get over the possibility.
Part of me is glad I never had to do this in the age of social media.
Part of me hopes somebody else comes along, if that’s the way.
Part of me wants to reach out to one, part to the other.
Part of me wants to gather both together.
Part of me is grateful.
Part of me is confused and angry.
Part of me doesn’t know what to do next.
Part of me says it’s not up to me.
Part of me doesn’t want to see it end.
Part of me is relieved.
Part of me wonders what might have been and still might be.
