man I didn’t think I’d miss him this much still. Granted, loss is a HUGE part of my traumatic past, I’ll admit, he left so much unfinished and I wasn’t finished learning from him either. Now, admittedly, I keep going back to his one reply to me encouraging me to write. But it’s that first big step ya know? It scares the shit out of me and the self criticism and self doubt have me stuck at the starting like making excuses like a nervous 14yo wanting to kiss his first boy crush or run…sigh