I miss you.
You are my other half. You are the voice inside my head, telling me everything will be okay. You know me better than I know myself. You tell stories; compare your life to mine. You were once just like me. I can only hope to some day be half the woman you are.
I love you.
Your life is messy. You life is hard. Your life is nothing you expected it to be.
You never expected, so many years ago, while holding your happy, healthy baby boy in your arms, to one day find yourself hiding the truth from your aging mother and father. You didn’t expect to lose “kindred-spirits,” best friendships, because the world is filled with blind judgement and hate. You never expected it, but it came. And you never looked at anyone without unconditional love in your heart. You are amazing.
You never expected to have your heart broken by the love of your life, the father of your children. But it was. And you wear a brave face. You are amazing.
I need you.
You are watching me, your daughter, make the same mistakes you made. You are listening to my small, tear-choked voice on the other end of the phone, late at night, as I confess my confusion and pain. You remind me to smile. I remind myself: you gave me love, and you gave me bravery, and you gave me strength, too.
I can do anything because of you.
I miss you. But I am not without you. You are with me always.
You are a part of me.
(via weandthecolor)