When it’s late at night and the intrusive thoughts won’t go away, I make lists. I write letters. I have a whole stack of them buried underneath random trinkets and memories. You’ll never read them. Those nights when the intrusive thoughts seem to win, I write it all down. The things I want to say to you, the many ways you changed me, changed the way I see the world. The perspectives I probably never would have gotten familiar with; that not all plans should be written in permanent ink, that some things should be held openly and that if it’s not you, then the love story does not belong to me. There are many more ways, and I wouldn’t be the same if you had never come into my life.

I will be forever grateful for the way you changed me. . .


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