Was it a misunderstanding on your part? A misreading on my part? Or was I indirect to a fault? Did I ask to read too much between the lines? Should I have just said that I’d like to know you?
Were you saying no? Or were you just confused?
I was clumsy, that I know all too well.
But do I try again later, or do I let this go?
In the end you didn’t climb the walls I built and I shouldn’t have asked you to. I’ll miss you.
Kit has traveled around 35 countries
Kit is getting a PhD right now
Kit is working with a team compiling one of the most important archives in the world on on violent extremists and terrorist cells
Kit writes world-changing poetry
Kit speaks four languages
Kit cries at every episode of "Modern Love"
Kit has spent chunks of her life working with refugees and orphans
Kit draws better than anyone I know
Kit is a published journalist
Kit is writing a novel in her spare time
Kit sat down one day and decided to sculpt, and she was really great at it
Kit is a really good cook
Kit has raised thousands of pounds for charities
Kit laughs in such a deep, absurd way you can't help but laugh along
Kit sits with her knees tucked to her chest even when she's at a desk in the library
Kit hums while she eats
Kit is kind and a defender of the defenceless
Kit is absurdly loyal
Kit is one of the funniest people I have ever met
Kit feels deeply about the people and places and moments within her sphere of influence, and she is intentional about making each of those things better for being around her
Kit is an adventure-instigator
Kit is always striving
Kit works hard and throws her self, full-force into her endeavours
And even after all that...
Kit is insecure and wonders if anyone will ever love her. I stand there and try to remind her, every chance I get, that she is one of the most spectacular humans on this whole planet. And if she ever received even a tenth of the love she gave away, it'd be more than most of us know in a lifetime.
Ive been missing you.... Maybe its the beauty of this season, a sort of nostalgia, that somehow reminds me of you. The change in seasons, a constant reminder that time, just keeps moving forward. Like me I suppose. Time is pushing further away from you. The days pass, and I have so much to tell you. So much to share. But you are somewhere else, not so far away, maybe even everywhere. I tell the trees and the moon about you, hoping somehow you hear whispers about how much I miss you.