Mostly I feel sorrow for all the things we will miss out on sharing together. The plans. The list. The things I know we would have not only accomplished; but accomplished well.
Because I'd love to learn to climb from you, see some of your favorite rocks in the world and summit new ones together. And I'd love to send you out on your first high line. Squeal and laugh with you after your first big fall. Be around to send and resend new lines together. I'd love to dive with you. In every ocean. Everywhere. And save this planet one small piece of plastic, one small piece of knowledge, at a time. And I'd love to wake up in a tent beside you, or the back of my car, by the ocean. At Kahana bay. Or on Kauai. Or anywhere in the whole wide world really. Because sleeping next to you is the best sleep I've ever had. Because you feel like you could maybe be a home to me.
Because you and I share more morals than you've given me credit for, I'm afraid. We are ridiculously the same in matters of the heart. Our passions rest in the same investments. And our end goals are entirely too similar to be let go of so easily. So today, and probably for many days, I do not like you very much.
I feel sorrow and I feel anger over the so much that you forgot.
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!