and you said to me,
"You are everything I love and miss from home."
Darling, just know that as long as my heart beats and air makes it's way through my lungs, you will always have a home with me.

-O.B

And that smile you give me in the halls-the same smile I've seen everyday since 3rd grade- it fills me with such joy.
because it gives me hope that maybe somedays you still think of me too, and not only do you think of me- but you miss me.
and I can promise you dear, that-holy ****- I miss you.

-o.b.

Lately, my bones have been aching more than usual.
They call them growing pains and although I may not be physically
growing, I can still feel myself changing.
I remember when I was younger
and you used to be my best friend,
you were the super hero and I was your faithful sidekick.
But lately, the only attention I seem to get from you is just the
anger that was meant for my mother.
(That she never deserved.)
Maybe I remind you of her too much.
I remember once in the car you yelled at me.
You said, "Just shut up. You can never be wrong,
can you?
You're just like your ***** of a mother.:
You didn't know it, but I was crying.
And for whatever reason,
I still feel love for you.
You got in my face,
You yelled at me,
You almost hit me.
"Stay out of my ******* life."
I still love you though.
You drink so you don't have to feel and
that's one thing I've learned from you.
Thank you,
Dad.

-o.b.

I no longer needed music to escape
my thoughts because I could recite
all of my favorite songs between
her thighs and she would
sing along.

-o.b.

I'm allergic to dust,
And I think there's something metophorically significant about that, because if you think about dust it's really just human rust.
And I'm okay with being allergic to rust.
Because the only cure for being allergic to human rust, is to sit down with someone and agree that everything seems okay to you.
That we don't need to change.
**** that.
Because if we were really on the right path than maybe we wouldn't continue to be the targets of our own wrath after all the polar ice caps have been knocking on our door for a while now,
Just asking if we'd turn the heat down.
See we're rusting because there's never in history been this much self destruction and it's getting disgusting.
I'm sorry, to everyone who comes after us because although it's not too late it will be.
Even as I write this we can still fight this but not for too much longer.
Quit living in the bubble they've put you in and stretch your gaze a little bit farther than the media maze and realize all of those people who aren't are real, or will be.
And with your own two hands you can build something better for them from your comparatively fortunate circumstance.

convinced myself I've already met the person I'm going to end up with
everyday searching for someone to prove me wrong

Some time ago
I was reading this novel
It talked about how when you die
you're kept alive through the stories people tell about you.
So, I suppose,
in a way you're still here.
The stories people tell about you
are phenomenal to say the least.

One of my absolute favorite things
is the way my mom's eyes light up
when I do something you used to do,
and the way you can hear the nostalgia in her voice when she tells one of your legendary tales just one more time.

I LOVE hearing stories about you

I would read a whole book ten times over if I could
Every anecdote makes it feel like you're more like my dad and less like just a story.

Perhaps I'll share my adventures with you some day.

She wasn't the kind of person who fell in love slowly.
It was more of an immediate transportation
into love than a leap or a fall
She fell in love fast
She fell in love so fast it was hard to keep up.