calmThough my own life is so very good and rich and sweet, there are realities elsewhere I'd undo if given the chance, places where I'd press the reset button if I thought it would change a thing. Truth is, it wouldn't, but there are things I miss, people I miss. Christopher is one of those losses. What happened to my friend? What swallowed him up? Is it waiting for me, something that can twist a man up inside so much that he becomes unrecognizable even to those closest to him?
The fear, however, isn't the hardest part—the absence is. While an explanation I could understand might bring some measure of resolution, I just miss my friend. Sometimes things are that simple.
