No one stresses my grip strength and patience like these assholes (affectionate)

And maybe years from now when the ashes of the bridge we burmed is filtered out of our lungs, theyll realize one day I never stopped.

And likely I never will.

God Im not asking for much. I dont need them to find their way back to back to me.

I just want them all to be loved. For it to be felt in a way they feel safe in their bones. And life is kind to them.

My heart is molded by the imprints of love people even when they leave. I hear their laughter in the heartbeats echoes.

This must be what what David Hume means when he says we are a bundle of impressions of everyone weve ever known.

Everyone Ive ever loved who watched me on this journey has full faith I do well. Even when I dont.

The Hozier scream in Northern Attitude triggered a series of flashbacks so intense I found love for myself tucked into the corners of memories.