I think I’m done for now.

I always regret not making them stay; as if I just gave them away.

But I think I’d regret it more if I held on to something that had already died, today.

I won’t mind if you forget me, but I’d rather you remember; and if it isn’t too much to ask, please smile when you do- if only for a second.  I do the same, for every single one of you

I love sleeping.  I love rolling around in bed and pretending I’m a caterpillar and wrestling and drifting off without even noticing I was getting tired.  Whispers and songs and secret smiles.  I love all the softness and dropping my pride for just a few moments in the vast and meaningless scheme of things, sharing breaths with people I know won’t be around forever.  Those times are the ones worth living for.