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What I’m starting to realize is that things meant to happen are just going to happen. There’s no preparing, no preventing. They just happen. And the risks we take, the memories we make, are the only things that count. That’s all that matters. Everything else is going to happen anyway.
“Deceptive Cadence” You think you know what’s coming, but you never really do. And sometimes, when you think something is coming to an end, it’s actually the beginning of something beautiful. The words were tattooed along his lower back in jet black ink. A tribute. A homage. They were etched onto his skin, right beneath a pair of angel wings. And between the wings…was the outline of a glowing sun. Sunshine.
Once you lose something precious, it changes you. Sometimes you hold onto things too tightly and they crumble in your hands, and sometimes you don’t hold onto them at all. At the end of the day, you’re still losing.
Everyone has demons. Monsters lurking around every corner, whispering in your ear, hiding under your bed, living just beneath your skin. The key is turning your demons into friends. Companions. Don’t let them scare you. Don’t let them chase you. Let them run with you. Only then, you will win.
There’s no reason for suffering, but there’s always a reason to keep going.
“Home is something I buried a long time ago,” he tells me, voice cracking with sentiment. A breath passes between us, a drumbeat. And then he whispers, “But I buried it inside you. Just in case I ever wanted to go back.”
“It's effortless,” he says. “It’s so effortless to love you.”
Within the tangled roots of grief, we stand to lose so much. But no one ever acknowledges what we stand to gain. Strength. Perspective. Appreciation. Resilience. Those things are often buried, overpowered by grief’s mighty right hand—suffering. They exist, though. There’s beauty in the breakdown, a glimmer of light hidden in the smoke. And sometimes, every once in a while, if you’re truly lucky… There is love.
“You became that breath of fresh air when I was lost in the smoke, the warmth on my skin when I hadn’t seen the sun for weeks.” He stares at me, achingly. Longingly. “You’re my adventure in every disaster.”
