If I ever got a chance to hold your hand I don't know if I'd ever be able to let go.

Hi. I like you. I want to kiss your face and make you feel like you're important.

Because you are.

To me.

*cute pharmacy assistant is working*

*gets prescription for foot fungus*

The only thing that could make me stay in this city is you.

How do I explain to my soul that you are gone, when all it does is ask for you?

I confessed to her. And she invited me to go together to the fireworks festival next month.

so do boys text back or is that just a myth

I know you prefer girls with long hair, so guess what I did?



I cut my hair because I like short hair.

LITERALLY ALL I WANT TO DO IS RUN MY FINGERS THROUGH HIS STUPID HAIR

Three years ago, on this day, my wife passed away from cancer. She was my everything, as cliched as that sounds. I swear that ever since she's been gone the light doesn't shine quite as bright. I woke up early and walked the couple blocks down to the local park. Her favorite bench is still there under the massive oak, and she would have loved knowing that a family of blue jays has taken up residence there. I sat alone on that bench with my eyes closed tight feeling the sunlight beat down for I don't know how long. Just remembering; grasping at the slowly disappearing threads of that ringing laugh of hers. God her laugh, I miss it so much. She'd laugh at my jokes that even I knew were bad, she always said it was because of the way I would deliver them. These days I still don't know how to start smiling, let alone make jokes. I don't know. I just spend most days lost in myself and felt like I had to tell someone today. I miss you Terra.