permission to be random
This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
You must face this pain together. The pain is her legacy to you both, it’s proof that she was here. And I have experience with this, this sort of pain. And you can’t escape it by building walls around your heart. Or by breaking the universe, or by vengeance. You lost each other once, but you have another chance.
My first week on the job, I was on a sting operation. These Irish thugs were smuggling guns and cocaine and I had been a military prosecutor, so I hadn’t handled a gun since basic training. And suddenly I’m underground in this garage wearing a bulletproof vest and wondering how the hell I got there. So, I did what any rookie would do and I started looking for an exit. And then, Charlie walks over— this man that I didn’t know, this gruff guy. And… he said, ‘You’re gonna be fine.’ And, um, I have to face it, that he— he’s gone, that he’s not coming back.
