When I think about the last big talk I had with Simon, I realize it was probably the most important one of my life.
He took my hand and said his mind was getting worse. He said he felt like a bird that needed to migrate North, and that I needed to be ready in case I had to go on without him. He said he worried what might happen if he really lost it.
Then he said the most important thing, that “demon” is just a word made up by people who are scared. Everyone has good and bad in them and that I should never be afraid.
I thought he was talking about himself and his own shaky mental state. But now I think he was trying to tell me that I’m a demon. Simon wanted me to be OK with who I was.
I owe him for saving my life and pretty much teaching me everything I know. I miss him so much, the poor, crazy guy. I miss him so much.
And I’ll always love him.
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