Daryl Dixon, Will You Be My Valentine?
Love, heartbreak, work, & Ask a Failure in 2023
Hi, I missed you. How are you?
It’s almost 4 in the morning and I can’t sleep, though I’ve been trying. That’s been happening a lot lately. Sigh. Insomnia for me is like returning to a reoccurring nightmare that I’ve experienced so frequently it’s difficult to get all riled up about it anymore. I just let it happen and do my best to take it in stride and not overreact because overreacting isn’t going to bring the sleep gods any closer to giving me peace. In fact, I am paranoid that any sign of upset about it will feed the insomnia gods even more.
But I was thinking about you. So, I thought I’d say hello. I’ve been talking to you in my head these last few weeks if I’m sincere. There have been some things I’ve been hoping to tell you, but it’s been hard to make sense of them. All I know is this: I really want to share this love poem I wrote to Daryl Dixon, the fictional, rugged softie who becomes the heart of the television adaptation of The Walking Dead—a show I never thought I’d watch, but which I ended up bingeing all 11 seasons of in like, the past month? One of the gifts of insomnia is an increased intake of content that absolutely contributes to the ongoing experience of insomnia. So here it is:
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