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“Practice makes progress.” I liked that. Progress. Not perfect.
“But I’m happy every day too. I still have a lot of people in my life. Family. Friends. You. The trick is learning to let the happy outweigh the sad.”
My beautiful, green leprechaun, Poppy. I loved her. Staring at her picture on my phone, it hit me square in the chest. I was in love with Poppy Maysen. The irony hit me next.
Aly had told me she loved me countless times and I’d never said it back. Not once. And now, I was finally ready to say those three words to a woman who couldn’t say them back.
“Crying doesn’t make you weak, Poppy. Sometimes, it takes more strength to let go than it does to keep it all inside.”
Maybe I didn’t have to be strong enough to banish the pain away all by myself. Maybe being strong meant learning to lean on those who would take some of the pain away. Like the man at my side.
“We have a good life, beautiful.” I hugged him tighter. “We do.” One I’d never take for granted. One I’d always cherish. Minute by minute.
