Mnnng he’s such a sweetie I gave him a hug for crying out loud. And I know he sees at least some of the same stuff I do, he talked about the little girl that I thought I was making up. And he’s so goddamn sincere, and he asked permission before doing anything, like he asked if I would mind him sitting in the lobby for a bit. Later he asked if he could maybe go shopping for groceries for breakfast at work with me, and when I said no he looked disappointed but didn’t push about it and instead said he’d just sit outside and then helped me when I got back.
And I’m so completely suspicious because strangers are never that up front.
He thinks he’s an angel
He said the shadow was a little girl
It wasn’t just my imagination
There’s a little girl and she held my hand
I…huh. His words aren’t quite the same as mine, and there’s specifics to him, but his ideas and thoughts are the same.
I think I made a friend.
I really love what/whoever’s controlling the weather right now because last night was hot and terrible and right now there’s just a fabulous cold breeze and I think I might actually get some sleep.
I just have to live through the rest of the summer. After that I’ll…be able to do something. I hope.
I…feel like I lost something…someone maybe…