If I'm being honest (which I barely ever do) I often fear that stories of heaven are really, actually true. One lifetime seems plenty, so it'd be a waste to have two, especially when I feel like this one already ought to be through.
I also hate the heat, and I never loved the rain, and the thought of being honest makes me think I'll cry again.
It's something that I'm learning but, the process is soslow, so please stay with me and wait, I promise you I'll grow.