Please trust me. Please just let me in.
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.
In this house, we don’t cry over boys. No, if anything, we make boys cry over us. And they will cry as they realize the significance of what they lost and all of the foregone opportunities they could have had.
You won’t know when it’s happening. You won’t know what you are losing when it’s happening.
It’s about time someone told you how amazing you are. And that internal voice in your own head doesn’t count.
I know your vitality will come back, I can sense its pending return.
I want you to choose love in every moment and every interaction. Kindness and compassion are your weapons of survival in a world that may care little for you.
This is a flower for you, whoever that may be.
Self-doubt was absent from our vocabulary. We were resilient in our certainty.