I find myself talking to B like he's a daemon, a guardian angel of sorts. I was going to different museum stores yesterday, and as I walked, I found myself "talking" to him in my head like he was dead.
Of course, in many ways, he is dead. So it would make sense.
But I still feel his spirit and his presence so often.
I don't know what to make of this. It's NOT wishful thinking. Maybe the healthy part of him truly is gone for good, or maybe it's residing with me while this evil unhealthy part rules. Maybe the healthy soul is trying to gain strength and resolve from me, as I fight my own illnesses.
And maybe I just think too much.
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