You’re a work of art, methodically accumulating different tastes, smells and sounds.
We became best friends in what felt like an instant. I loved her with my whole heart, and I know full well that she loved me with all of hers. I promised her that I was not just going to keep getting help while she was alive, but that I would continue to fight once she was gone.
So here’s to the ones who feel, the precious angels who shower the world with their hearts, their empathy — even to the ones undeserving of it.
They embrace imperfections. They embrace chaos. They embrace differences and they’re compassionate. Their mission is to heal and fix people. Their mission to is to try to rebuild what others have destroyed.
One month. One month is how long I’ve been away from everything I’ve ever known.
How do we work on being more kind and thoughtful? How do we improve?