Maybe I still can, even if you can’t see it or hear the thank you.
I see a quarter of my grandma every time I look in the mirror. In everywhere I go and in everything I do, part of her comes along for the ride.
“Am I dying, or is this my birthday?”
I wonder if your guilt eats you alive.
I hate that my boyfriend never had the chance to meet one of the most important people in my world.
Speaking gratitude into the world is a way of manifesting your reality.