Thank you, friends, for allowing me to breathe.
Today, my brother turned 23 years old.
Happy birthday, Dad! 🙂
But after everything that’s happened, everything that we have to let go, and everything that we have to live with, I hope you know it hurt.
Besides, when it comes down to it, whether we choose to admit it or not, we’re all searching, waiting, looking for love
It forces me to acknowledge your presence, the fact that you are not merely a name on my list. It forces me to remember that there are memories we share and dreams we looked forward to – and more importantly, that none of that matters now.
I know what it’s like to cry.