The hardest people in the world to forgive are the people we once were. - Andrea Gibson

Storms are born

from the same sky we write hymns to when the sun shines.

I’ve spent half of my life not knowing the difference between killing myself and fighting back. What if I don’t want healing
as much as I want justice? What if I don’t care if justice looks exactly like revenge? Do you think I don’t know that I can’t want revenge without strapping the bomb to my own chest? That’s how the dominoes of trauma fall. You become just another thing about to detonate.

But whatever
However
Whenever this ends I want you to know
That right now
I love you forever