You know that place between sleep and awake?
The place where you can still remember dreaming?
That’s where I’ll always love you.
That’s where I’ll be waiting.
There is so much I want to tell you. Like how much I still care about you. Even after everything you have done to me. I want to hate you. But I can’t. You are always on my mind, which is unfair. You do not deserve to be there. You have hurt me more than anyone else, and you don’t even know it. Not like you would acknowledge it even if you did. I miss you. And I hate myself for that…
Friends, I was pretty sure, lift their friends up; they don’t weigh them down like a sack full of stones.
– Dana Reinhardt, The Summer I Learned to FlyI hoped we never had to realize all the opportunities we missed in this life.
The Year of Pleasures, Elizabeth Berg
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1) free your heart from hatred
2) free your mind from worries
3) live simply
4) give more
5) expect kess
I used to hate when my mom would brush my hair… Now there’s nothing I want more than to be that little girl again. I want the only worries I have to be about who I would play dolls with later that day… Not to worry about if the guy I want will talk to me again, the same guy that broke my heart. Not worry about when I have to drive to a funeral for someone I barely knew…
As much as I didn’t know her, I will miss my grandma, so much. Both of them. And I regret not knowing more about them…
