i have been traveling through parts of you that you cannot control, you set the tone with truths. i know that you constantly worry about me, worried that i won’t be here some day, worried that things don’t end up happy. sometimes the fear of losing someone can be painful, sometimes the person is priceless and you can’t put a price on the time that you’ve shared with them— i know that love is something we have always prayed for and no, we aren’t perfect. we are far from it. i have been traveling for awhile and your wrist hurts because you’ve been writing words for me without pen and paper, sometimes when i look at my life, i am thankful that i’m still here. i try to practice gratitude and i’m in such a healthy place and i know that sometimes you still see sadness inside of my eyes, but how can i not? i feel the pain in your silence when you tell me that you don’t want to lose me. i know that things aren’t always simple, but it doesn’t always have to be complicated. if a fire in my belly is all that i am and being alive is all that i aim for— then know that no matter how long it takes, i’m going to no longer try, i’m going to do.