I wear our memories on my sleeve like paintings on a wall. I soak in our laughter like sun-soaked curtains on a bright afternoon. I recall your voice in my head like a record player stuck on repeat.

It’s where your heart beats, and your mind grows.

For me, the definition of home has been ever changing. 

Thank you for staying; staying even when we allow the storms within us to overwhelm us.

My home in my heart cannot be taken away like it once was, those few years ago.

Cancer: Venice. People that you connect with in this romantic city would just “get you.”

Do you want to pack your bags and move in as badly as we do?

I still find it hard to forget what you’ve done. I still find it hard not to picture the life we could have had if you didn’t selfishly tear it all apart.

Time truly flies once you have a child. But your awareness that time is always ticking will help you weed out the things you once paid heed to that never actually mattered.

The strength to love your mess, even when you feel unworthy.