Today we had another guided meditation. They told us to remember a time when we were our best self. Never been my best self. The closest to it I could think of was the person you thought I was… in the beginning. I remember you’d talk about me like I was this great, beautiful person, and I thought, “Who the fuck is she talking about?” You saw something in me that didn’t exist, or maybe it did.
I keep going out every day looking for your turtle. I really want to find it, but even if I don’t, I know you did, and for me, that’s good enough.