Misses them

Angel: She thinks she misses them.

God: She doesn't miss them. She misses who she thought they were.

Angel: What's the difference?

God: The person she's mourning never actually existed. She's been

grieving the version she hoped they'd become. The version she could

see, even when they kept showing her something different. The

version she kept holding on to even when reality kept telling her

otherwise.

Angel: Will she ever know the difference?

God: She's starting to. There are moments when she catches herself

missing them and realizes she's not missing them at all. She's 

missing the future she imagined with them. The version of love she

was hoping for. The hope itself.

Angel: That's harder to let go of.

God: It is. People are easier to release than possibilities. But she's

getting there. Every time she stops herself from reaching back, she's 

choosing the truth over the story. That's how she finally lets go.

~jacqueline whitney