"Remember, remember..."

"And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget."

I have a lot to say to you.
Too much.


Thank you.

I'm sorry.

How could you.

I love you.

Get it all out. It's good for the soul.
Funny what you could have done if you had followed your own advice. But I suppose that if you wear a mask long enough, you forget who you are underneath. I don't know who you were by the end. But I know I miss you. And I'm angry. And I'm sad. I'm going to make you proud, and I'm going to do better.


~Don't Postpone Joy~