i think about you. all. the. time. i wonder what you would be like: your interests, your talents, your gifts and abilities. this would be your freshman year of high school. drive's ed. growing ever more independent. would you be interested in boys? be a gymnast? still have a deep love for animals?
so many unanswerable questions. spiraling into despair could be a mere breath away. but, honestly, sweet one? i’m doing okay. i miss you like crazy but my heart is healing. i enjoy life again, and continue to learn that being okay doesn’t take away my love for you, it has, in fact, made it stronger, more pure.
my world nearly stopped when you died.