am I allowed to miss you? because tonight i do. and i know it’s not you i miss. it’s who i think you are. and what you represent. maybe just the past. the what if of it all.
"I get to tell my truth. I get to seek meaning and realization. I get to live fully, wildly, imperfectly. That’s why I’m alive. And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. Every single thing that has happened to me is mine. As I’ve said a hundred times, if people wanted me to write more warmly about them, they should have behaved better." Writing the Future.