I guess what I’m trying to tell you is that I meant it at the time and that’s really all I have. feelings change more frequently than the weather.  all small talk consists of is the weather, the rain or lack of it, but do you remember how the sky looked the day your heart really broke? I don’t. you told me you hated small talk.

All I’m saying is death might affect children more than it affects us. they are gifted with the ability to only think about the present, so when they cry over a lost balloon let them. I am not who I was when I cried over lost balloons and even that is a little death.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I can’t give you every part of me because I trust you mean it when you say you love me now,  but I know one day you won’t mean it anymore and I need to have parts of myself left. I am not who I was a year ago and one day I will not know you at all.

at that wedding the priest kept repeating “love never fails” so I’m trying to figure out if what we had was not love or if he doesn’t know what love is