As I write this, you are either suppressing the urge to comb through my blog’s archives, or already doing it. Either way, it’s okay. This blog is dead, and I have to accept it. After crying most of last night and the better part of this morning, I realized how important it was to me, and I think you understood it too. It’s been a friend and a solace during difficult times; it’s made my flat, dull little life a bit rounder. I woke up this morning feeling loss. Feeling lost.
But you are important to me too, and after so many months of tumult and upset, things are just getting good and I don’t want to screw up. I hope we have a lot ahead of us – adventures and pleasures and big and small things. I’m sad that I won’t be able to share any of it with my little oddball community of readers. They’ve grown fond of you, you see. And I’ve grown attached to them.
I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m not quite ready to say goodbye.
Paper cut by Mister Rob Ryan