you know?

"The way I'm feeling with them is like the way that you're feeling with ______ & _______, you know?"

"I don't think that's right, at all."

"Well I don't mean how close you are to them, I mean how what they say effects how you feel."

"Oh! I get what you're saying. So like when _______ says something sweet, it makes my day; but when _______ says something sweet, it's just another part of it."


I'm happy for you mom, I really am. You've given so much for me and my sister throughout the years, and you deserve to be happy. And I hope that this goes well for you, and that nothing comes to mess it up.

And I wish we could have been... better? Stronger? I don't have the right words (but when do I ever?). Because I think that you were the realest thing I've ever felt. I can go on, my life isn't empty without you here. You just made what was good, great. You made my okay days wonderful, just by being there. And every night, as I get ready for bed, I think about all the things that I'd tell you on the phone. And every night I realize that I can't call you, and it kind of sucks.