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He has become my anchor; who knows where I would be without his foundation.
Carrying him again, a minute for each of his fifteen years.
Despite its seductive nature, there is a certain distance inherent in life and love. No matter how close we become, our dream is only temporary, and no time is ever enough.
The ebb and flow of time means nothing to me without her presence, and I am selfish for more of it.
But what if I’m choosing a poor metric for myself and my life? What else could be true that I’m not considering?
No one has helped me more in my personal development, and she didn't even try.
My life story is probably similar to yours, even if its duration is different.