“You should write.”
I lost track of how many times you told me this. I didn’t believe you, and I still don’t. I don’t know what it means to write. I only know the feeling that I get when it’s quiet, and I’m thinking of you, of us, of the future, of the little things that happen that make each day what it is. The truth is, happiness comes and goes. To be able to appreciate each day is what I want, and I want to share that feeling.