Dear Eddie,
We were both so young when we met. I was still naïve as can be–A child in every way, but you were always somehow not. You’d seen more of the world and had a different understanding of its ways than I did, and I was intrigued by you. You surprised, amazed, excited, and slightly frightened me with your eager go-getter personality. You had no fears and no worries in the world because everything was in motion already so you had accepted and given up the notion of control. I on the other hand feared and worried about any and everything (and largely still do). You were absolutely certain about yourself and about your love for me, and you always made sure I knew and understood that. From the start you were crystal clear about your intentions and asked me to be too. I remember being blown away at how you just knew we’d be good together and knew how much we needed each other. You knew me for such a small window of time but there was no question you knew me through and through with my eating disorder, my complicated guilt-complex, my insecure questionable sexual orientation, and the voices in my head. But you always loved me for me. You never judged or questioned these “difficult” parts of myself but just accepted them and welcomed them if ever they came up but never budged for more. In this way you made me feel like I was normal like we could be a normal couple. And we were for some time, but there were simply things out of our control.
The truth is. You were gone before I could even say good-bye. That winter you got your transplant and left back to Mexico with your mom. Happy and healthy you left that Christmas with the hopes of keeping some communication, but I needed distance and a clear end. I thought you were in the clear and you deserved someone unbroken to be with. So, I let you go and never responded to your Myspace messages and emails. I thought you were better off without me because I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be as certain of my affection for you as you were. I am a nervous and uncertain mouse where you were a courageous and absolutely fearless lion when it came to love. Time passed and my memories of you faded as new things and new people came into my life. 18 months later, my sister got the news of your passing, and a small part of me died. You were gone, and I couldn’t understand. You were healthy and young I remember reasoning “You had a transplant!” I yelled. But no reasons could shake the truth: you were dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. Life was like you always said it was: out of our control. So I boxed up my sadness, confusion, and frustration up for a future time I might be able to process this.
And every once in a while I let myself remember and relive our past. I laugh and sing at the top of my lungs as I hear a song you once serenaded me with. I cry as I think of what you missed and should have had in life. And I wonder what you’d say and think of me now that I’ve grown into myself. But most of all, I remember that I’m better for having known you. You taught me so much and continue to live on in my heart as I unravel more things you have yet to teach me.
I’m sorry I could never bring myself to say this, but I did and probably will always love you.
❤ lifeasanagoraphobe
*I’m a strong supporter of donating whether that’s signing up to donate your organs when you’re deceased or live anonymous or non-anonymous donations of bone marrow, kidney, liver, and blood. Although relapses are possible and donations aren’t always an absolute cure to serious illnesses, donations do make a difference and can save lives. So please think about donating and what that means for you and for another being or beings*