After a really hard day.
The purpose of this letter isn’t to make you sad. It’s quite the opposite, actually.
The word “love” is more often than not, associated with diamond rings, dreamy kisses, and Cupid’s notorious bow shooting around a myriad of fiery arrows. We see it on TV, we read about it in books—when two worlds collide and romantic feelings spring forth—and dub such as what “love” looks like.
Sometimes the waterworks came without warning, at work when you stepped out of your car and heard the band playing your song. Your stomach flipped and shrieked at the sound of those painfully familiar guitar chords.
I lost a friend today. Those five words in particular aren’t poignant by any means, I’ve lost count of those I’ve lost over the years, but this isn’t my first rodeo. I did not write this for me though. This has nothing to do with me or how I feel, because one less boy walks this earth today, and it was his choice.
In the words of Heath Ledger circa 1999, “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want. Go for it.” You deserve the best, friends. Don’t settle for what is “meh.”
The next step in the cycle is always relapse, and it always brings comfort and ends all pain. How do you quit something that seems to make everything better?
If you ask me, it’s better to risk being hurt than to feel nothing at all.
You will love someone so much, so painfully, that you’ll hate them for not always being there.
Folding a towel four times in a row because he kept using it for his morning routines and not getting annoyed, but smiling every time you do. This is just an example of one of the many repetitive things you willingly…