"Those who educate children well are more to be honored than they who produce them; for these only gave them life, those the art of living well."
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
"Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me."
I can’t believe in less than a week my little brother will be leaving for the Navy. It’s hard to grasp the idea that the next time I see him will be on my wedding day…ONE YEAR from now. I don’t feel emotional right now. Or maybe I’m lying to myself. Maybe that’s the reason why I’ve been dropping things at work and feeling lost. I feel like at some points I’m just going through the motions. In a week, that room across from mine will be empty. In a week, I won’t look forward to that goofy face smiling at me. In a week, I will be saying “farewell” to one of the closest family members I hold dear. I know that he will have the experience of his life and explore new places. He will have such a bright future. I wish I was brave enough to tell him how proud of the man that he has become. From crying because he’s hungry to training twice a week with Navy people. I’m just so proud of all that he has accomplished in the past few years. If you’re reading this, good luck and stay strong! HOORAH!!!
"If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.”- Richard Bach – Yeah?.. well fuck that shit and fuck Richard Bach. Do you honestly think, I have the time to meet someone, click, grow an attachment, fall in love, deeply in love, I’m not talking your average crush, I’m talking, going back to the days where we used to write love letters from long distances type of love, the “making a cup of tea and blowing it until its warm enough for them to drink” type of love… to have a soul connection, miss them, crave them, submit to them, etc.. just to let them go in the future. Wdf. Listen, if it’s gotton deep enough for me to fall into that type of love, I’m not letting you go. Fuck, I hate this generation of replacers. If something goes wrong, instead of fixing it, we replace, or let it go or some other dumb shit. No. Richard Bach, who is divorced, I will not take advice from you. As long as it isn’t toxic and unhealthy, I am not letting go."