And If only I could, I'd make a deal with God.
There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.
But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way.
I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.
Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?
We gather the things we learned, and they don't nearly add up to fill the space of a life. You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.