Angry words
September 20, 2008Back then, I kept a journal of angry words. He never appears anywhere there—I knew better than to make mention. I gave everyone around me enough credit to recognize him, even disguised, on the page.
Here’s this about that: even without a single word on the page, I see him there, peering through the words as if I used them to capture every single memory. Even reading about that anger reminds me that, mixed in, there was a bittersweet happiness that could not be denied.
100 Proof 
Do you miss him?
Sometimes. Of course, it depends on the him. ;-)