days. I got the idea, from my pap, probably, that being a good friend, or brother, or son, meant not sharing the hard parts of your life with them. The goal was not to be a burden. But I’ve come to realize, or theorize, anyway, that I might have been wrong. Because sharing the darkest part of my life with Astrid has only brought us closer together. It freed up a part of me that had been … trapped. Sharing the dark weakens it, allowing more light to shine through.
