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Fasten your seatbelt
Tuck your baggage away
And in case of emergency
follow steps A, B, and C
in that pamphlet nobody reads.

Was there an "in case of" pamphlet I didn't bother to see?
Like in case you have to say goodbye, follow steps x, y, and z?

Why doesn't love come with a warning label? Like if you remove part A, part B will not run as efficiently.

Today I boarded a plane
And I flew away (from you)
Which is the same thing.
Because we're two parts of a whole and nothing is whole When its parts are apart.

I can try to self deceive
Repeating that you're just right here down the hall and when I wake up in the morning it'll be to you jumping on my bed and literally dragging me out of it.

But I know that you're days away and that's a hard thing to know because I know you. (And I love you.)

And now I'm lying in bed trying to figure out how long "soon" is and how to measure the distance between now and "later" when I see you again.
I know it's over but why am I still hoping?
I'm sorry that I can't keep my hands off of you
But it's like you have your own gravitational field that only affects me and even when I'm right next to you I want to be holding your hand or playing with your hair or rubbing your back. And maybe it's me. Maybe I'm afraid that if I don't hold on to you with all I have that you'll fall out of my bubble and my gravitational field won't affect you anymore and maybe our paths will never cross so closely again and maybe what could have been something absolutely amazing, like the fact that God placed the earth the perfect distance from the sun, will end up as insignificant as the distance between pluto and an asteroid out in the abyss
when the night arrives

not a whisper or a word
not the wind not a bird
just the turning from light into dark
why is it that light has no sound
yet makes us hear more clearly whats around
for fear it comes and sadness too
emotions play
*when the night arrives
A hummingbird sips from the fountain in that courtyard where the only sound is the dripping water and the faint buzzing of electricity. Every so often you'll hear a car pass, footsteps from somewhere close by, and the wind whistle through the trees.
And I think you forget to remember that every second of it is significant. The hummingbird chirps to remind you to listen, and I hope you will. The wind whispers around you while the sun wraps you in a blanket, to remind you to feel, and I hope you do. You hear the electricity and the water and I hope you remember that you're blessed to be where you are in that courtyard at work and in your life. When the cars rush past I hope you remember that there are hundreds of lives being lived all around you today and you are just one of these beings living your life. And I hope you remember that every one of those lives is important and significant but that yours, or theirs, are no more significant than others'. And when you hear the shuffling of feet I hope you look to the faces that they're carrying and smile- teeth and all- and I hope it's because you see the significance of every second of your day. And even if you don't, try for me.
Stop.
Breathe.
Go for a drive.
See.
Admire.
Pray.
Ponder.
Sing.
Dance.
Be spontaneous.
Trust.
Surrender.
Release.
Hope.
Love.
Pause.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Live.
Last night was a perfect night,
watching shooting stars across the sky
the crackling firewood
and the glimmer in our eyes;
smores, and stories
of troubled times
and how we're grateful we made it out alive.
Scripture study fireside,
testimonies, and lots of tears cried,
lead to long group hugs to dry our eyes.

This is what real Friendship feels like:
this is remembering why I needed to stay alive,
this is why I'm grateful for God's presence in my life.

And I think I'm learning,
"borrowed time"
means staying up until the sunrise
and still calling it Saturday night.

Why else would He have created Summertime?
Grateful to He who planned out my life for giving me such amazing friends and influences in my life to remind me why I fight
I finally wrote about you leaving
My journal had tear marks
As my eyes became wet
I thought I was okay
The words I miss you was repeated many times
I thought I was okay
Maybe I'm not
Maybe this hurts more than I thought
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