He shrugged, swinging harder, looking like a boy determined to slay an imaginary dragon, the unoiled cylinders of the swing frame squeaking under our weight. “Why do you think I have so many tattoos? Pain is the only thing that reminds me that I’m alive.” I want you to remember you’re alive for all the right reasons. Through smiling. And laughing. And kissing. Everywhere. Anywhere on your body.
