I’m not going to miss how visible the dimples on his cheeks got when he laughed out loud. I’m not going to miss hanging out with him and his best friends in a city that never fails to entertain.
What I do want you to know is that it’s completely okay to be unsure about your future. It’s okay to want to study to be a nurse one semester or want to study English literature to become a professor the next.
You deserve to be happy. You deserve to not be afraid to do what you want to do or say what you want to say.
I feel like I should ask if I can gather my hair up from the floor so I could bury it in my backyard and say some touching last words alongside my grieving family and friends.
Standing outside during a storm is the only place I’ve been able to use all five of my senses at the same time.