I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave me. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.
Once upon a time, someone told you a story and you woke up, head out of your shell, feet heavy, and you stepped through the tear-salted puddles at your feet, every stride worth a thousand men’s multiple feet, to where the air was cleaner and salmon swam in clear water and you tried not to grow roots, but hoped that maybe now sleep would find you as it did the princess once upon a time, a man, a girl, a woman, a lover, a mover, a-part.
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
I’ll probably cry if this hits 100k this makes me so happy
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
I get it now; I didn’t get it then. That life is about losing and about doing it as gracefully as possible…and enjoying everything in between.