I wish they could meet so that I could merrily write something happy- something that my Aunts would approve of and my father would begin reading again- and have it not be forced, not be a lie to try and convince people that I am on the up-and-up.
I hope they meet and remember that once, not even so long ago in the grand scheme of things, they made up the same person- the same whole person. The same whole, mostly unfractured person. I want the self who, depressed, takes anti-depressants every morning to meet the self who didn't need them- and remember how golden she was; they were. I want them to stare at each other, acknowledge each other, and embrace each other.
It does not matter where she went or what she was doing while she was there. She needed time to be protected and I needed time to fall apart.
Even in how bad I've been, there has still been goodness... there had to be. Sometime in the Next 365 Days I have to believe that it will once again be mostly goodness.
Until Next Time, My Friends.