I dont know why I am so afraid to admit certain things… like the fact that I only have one full day left to do something crazy and sign it off as “just something I did in my 20’s”. Why does anything have to change? And yet.. everything does.

It’s the way you look at me… that says so much.

Yesterday when you hugged me and asked me if I was ok and I said that I was fine, but you knew that I wasnt and you hugged me tighter and softly whispered “I can only fix it if you tell me what’s wrong”, and I couldnt put it into words and so you held me until I could speak- it’s moments like that when I know how incredible you are, and how epic this is.