Every Word You Cannot Say

by Iain S. Thomas

So do not ask for an easy life, with nothing to do. An easy life is not a good life.

We all want to love. We’re all afraid we are alone. We’re afraid no one will know who we were. Because on some level, we all know you can die without love, without anyone, without even you knowing who you are.

(Unless you take care of you, and give yourself love. Unless you meet yourself, inside yourself. Unless you know yourself like you were meant to. Forgive yourself for being you— you have done nothing wrong and tomorrow is another chance. I swear, there is a day after, every day.)

“You should know: I kept every ticket. Because I want to remember every good place we went. Even if the movie was horrible. Even if the concert started late and it rained. Even if the train took us somewhere we were never meant to go. I want to remember.”