Have you ever fucked up so bad, that you feel your heart slowly breaking down in your chest? That there is a hand physically clenching onto it so tight that you almost feel like you can’t breathe. Every memory comes flooding back; every hug, smile, sip of coffee, laugh, and tear revives itself like it just happened 10 seconds ago. Every letter and word I wrote in those letters to you was absolutely true. EVERY moment I have had the pleasure of sharing with you since the summer of 2010, has been worth it, and helped me to become the person I am today. You being away from August to March was one of the hardest experiences to go through, but the moment you came home, will be one I will never forget. I wish I could just kiss you on the forehead one last time and tell you how much you mean to me, and how much my heart is aching.

Make the time for me