A great future doesn’t require a great past.
If you would like to (verbally) talk it out tomorrow about all the guns inc drama to make sense within yourself and maybe try to come to peace with it all I would be willing to listen.
That is what I can offer.
These are the nights that I wish things were different, that you were freer. I wish you could call me after you got home. I wish you could come home to tell me what was going on. I wish I could be with you wherever you were to hear snippets of your conversations for you to translate later.
I wish she knew how lucky she was.
I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.