Twenty-four almost twenty-five. My grandmother just turned 80 today. What a crazy time.
I’ve been having some feelings. In the midst of this pandemic, these dreams have been killing me. One, two, three…
I’m sorry for how I’ve left things. Broken. Snapped. Cracked.
“I always thought ____ would come back — you could see how he really loved you.”
A knife to the heart, in the most unexpected of ways.
I was lost. YOU were lost. We were young. How can you expect us to have it all out together so young? How can I expect that? Am I even ready, together, now? Will I ever be? Is this where you take that flying leap of faith? When all you think about is the good old days?