I feel… lots of things.
Just last week, an admirer messaged me something deeply sad and deeply romantic about a beautiful part of her life that she’s tragically losing. It’s not the first time I’ve received that kind of thing, but it still breaks my heart every time. Those are the girls and moments that push me into “lost for words” territory… when the agony of their reality dwarfs anything I can concoct, it’s humbling as hell.
It also reminds me of how fortunate I am. I mean, simply by thinking aloud, I’ve been able to comfort a stranger in her time of despair… what kind of insane privilege is that? And for it to be a recurring theme in my life? Let’s just say that I should be a much happier motherfucker than I am, and leave it at that.