desiree,
im back. you know, i cant guarantee you can even read these, but i feel better putting this energy out there, trying to open communication. the wounds are still fresh and its been three years. how long is it supposed to take to get over this?
maybe im not supposed to- and maybe thats not all bad. i see you in a lit of aspects of life and remember all the things you didnt know you taught me. how to love, how to smile, how to feel, how to speak my mind. i’m still learning how to be independent. im so thankful for that.
but i always wish you were still here to brush my hair away from my face and tell me all the wonderful places we’d stop on our way to nevada on my 18th birthday. you always knew how to calm me down. nobody else can fix me like that. well, maybe thats not true.. but nobody with that ability wants to. i could sit here for hours and praise you over and over and over, but i wont. my hands are shaky.











