Had a few drinks. Few too many, with the day I had, I guess. When I do that, the past has a way of creeping up on me… I’m not sure what else there is to say, honestly. Or how to say it.
Someone you didn’t save? Someone you couldn’t save, maybe. That’s … a lot of guilt.
I… Yeah. A good man. A great man.
And more than that, people I indirectly harmed. So many people.
*touches his arm lightly* It’s not given to us to know the count of the living.
If I hadn’t been so naive… Jesus.
If you hadn’t believed people were good? If you hadn’t counted them by the weight of your own heart? If you hadn’t been someone who could trust?