I Hope This Finds You Well

by Natalie Sue

But every one of them shows up on Monday, until the weeks turn into a life sentence.

I didn’t choose a single person here and never would’ve, yet I’m spending my life with them.

I didn’t have it in me to explain that I’m not, like, into souls in a weird way, more just unhealthily obsessed with what other people think happens when we die, but also too logical to believe any of it, yet still hopeful that I’ll find some explanation that will make what happened feel okay.

It happened so fast the way I made my life.

I accidentally hit the heart. And oh my fuck with the deep like.

This isn’t meant to be as hurtful as it feels. It’s honestly just the weirdest display of love.