Tonight’s kind of a catalyst for this post. I just received another message, and it’s worse than any of the others.
My girlfriend died on the 7th of August, 2012. She was involved in a
three car collision driving home from work when someone ran a red light.
She passed away within minutes on the scene.
We had been dating for five years at that point. She wasn’t big on
the idea of marriage (it felt archaic, she said, gave her a weird vibe),
but if she had been, I would have married her within three months of
our relationship. She was vibrant; the kind of girl that would choose
dare every time. She was happiest when camping, but a total technophile
too. She always smelled like cinnamon.
That being said, she wasn’t perfect. She always said something along
the lines of, “If I kark it first, don’t just say good things about me.
I’ve never liked that. If you don’t pay me out, you’re doing me a
disservice. I’ve got so many flaws, and that’s just part of me.” So,
this is for Em: the music she said she liked and the music she actually
liked were very different. Her idea of affection was a side-hug. She had
really long toes, like a chimpanzee.
I know that’s tangential, but I don’t feel right discussing her without you having an idea of what she was like.
Onto the meat. Em had been dead for approaching thirteen months when she first messaged me.
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