I keep putting these posts off, and this is what I get for it…
You see the glass above?
A little over two years ago, a girl who I will always have a soft spot for, gave me this gift.
It was original by no means. I remember she made at least 10 of these, and gave them to her friends.
But, each was custom. She etched in the patterns and names herself.
What is “Gege” you might ask?
She told me that in Chinese, it meant “older brother.” Something I tried to always be to her.
We weren’t the closest of friends. She had people she could always count on who she could go to first, but every now and then, I had the honest pleasure of being the shoulder she could depend on for support.
And you there, reader, you know that feeling we get sometimes? The one where we think, “He/she doesn’t appreciate me as much as I them.”?
This glass reminded me that sometimes, that thought is misinformed.
(I know the above thoughts are incoherent. Bear with me.)
I’m sorry that it was broken, Mischa. I just wanted you to know that I still have it, and value it with all my heart.
Missing you. ~FG
P.S. It will stay in this state, on my shelf of memories, for as long as I live.