sunday night.
2:00am.
for the first time,
just saw some photos of
liz
posted to flickr by anya
and i lost my shit.
photos of
liz
(almost all taken by me)
have brought me
lots of comfort
over the past few weeks,
but these were different.
these photos were taken
by someone else
during happy times
that i wasn’t a part of…
her bachelorette party
and
various girls-only weekends.
all of a sudden
now i think i know what
it’s like
to look at this from
a strangers perspective
and it’s awful.
i found myself
thinking the
same things everyone
else has said,
“what a beautful woman”
“so full of life”
“can’t believe she’s gone”
holy shit i miss
liz
so much right now.