Everything just feels so out of control. I don’t remember who I am or who I was. Whatever life I had is gone, shattered into a million tiny pieces. Sometimes it’s hard to breathe.
You make me feel real. And who you are and who we are together doesn’t make you the wrong person for the job, it makes you the only person for the job.
There’s always gonna be plenty of excuses to not spend time with family, but one day they’re not gonna be here, and you’re gonna wish you had more chances.