Wednesday, December 7, 2016


This doesn't get any easier, and that makes me hurt for you, for I know it's worse on you, C. I'm clinging to the hope that you're safe and okay. I'm choosing to believe that this is temporary and that you haven't been ripped away from us and yourself forever, but that doesn't make it any easier when I can't talk to you.

But I love you and miss you and hope you know I'm thinking of you.


1 comment:

  1. And in some sort these wants of mine are crown’d,
    That I account them blessings; for by these
    Shall I try friends. You shall perceive how you
    Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.
    ~Timon of Athens, William Shakespeare

    <3 C