This Is Not Plagiarism
It's been a while since I last looked at Guillermo's blog. A whim grabbed me today, so I followed it. I am very glad I did.
He wrote a passage about someone whom he had hurt that rang so true with what I've been trying to say lately. I felt fully like somebody understood how I've been feeling these past couple weeks. So, I decided to steel it... well, not really, because I just told you where it comes from. Below are his words, but the names are changed to fit my needs.
Thank you Guillermo. I hope you don't mind.
A long way away, there is a time and place where I have never caused Kim pain. Wherever that place is, that distant Joey hears Kim's voice, tries to call out across the possibilities that have set like concrete.
That distant Joey has injured hands from scrabbling against the dual barrier of time and regret.
Perhaps this, too, shall pass. I hope it is soon. Memory is vulnerable and I wish to keep some untainted. I have need of them yet.
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