This one’s for you.

You gave me buoyancy when I felt like dead weight. You inflated my soul until I nearly floated, teaching me that even in the rudimentary trials of our immaturity, there could be laughter so real it could bend the heaviness of life into something bearable.

Homes are not meant to be lived in, but only to be moved out from…

I cannot start at the beginning, for it would take me much more time than I have. I cannot start in the middle, for it would be far too ambigous, and, I want to remember how this all came to be. I can, however, start from the end.

It's hard to look at the person staring back in the mirror. I can only imagine how hard it must be to kiss my face on her, shower her with love, and say how much you love her - she's me. She is my mirror image. It is impossible to love her seperate from my being, because to truly love her means embracing the whole.