speare

when i was a sophomore in high school, my friend taylors dad died of skin cancer. up until his death, and for a short while after his death, we used to talk constantly. we never really hung out much, you know, like went out and did anything, but we were always talking and there for eachother. after her dad died though, we sort of slowly went our own ways. i talk to her every once in a while, but nothing really substantial. it took a few drinks, but i talked to her last night for the first time in a long while.

i said things to her i have wanted to say for ages. she is far and away the strongest human being i have ever met. i never let her know that though. it has taken me four years to realize this. i mean, i knew before hand but not to the degree that i see it now. i have noticed though that as i grow, and as i meet new people, aspects about humans from my past start to stand out. like it has taken me four years worth of meeting other people and being exposed to different degrees of characters to truly realize how incredible of a woman taylor really was, before and especially after her fathers death. i just wish i could have talked to her sober. i wish i could have been sober when i finally told her how incredible she really is.

the two most beautiful feelings in the world:

1. when somebody elses arms become home

2. the feeling you get when you step off the plane after a long trip and you know you are finally home where you belong