Aman Basra

What if we could switch the narrative? What if I told you, the possibility exists, the possibility that things can and will get better?

You cannot teach people to reciprocate the very kindness you share with the world. You cannot teach people to care when all they know is self-interest.

Allow yourself to drown in the hopeful possibility that you will get better.

There is both sorrow for what no longer is and admiration for what was.

I don’t need it to be the primary arc, I just need the possibility you know. The possibility exists for us both.

Maybe you’ll die, knowing you haven’t just survived, but actually lived.

I know your vitality will come back, I can sense its pending return.

I want to grow old with you and watch you grow more handsome as the years pass by.