I miss you also when you're not absent,
and I wonder how I could ever be good enough for you,
and my parents never taught me ways out of sadness,
no map.
and I love them, and they gave me many wonderful things,
but when I am lost in myself I know no way out.
and how do we learn how to love the compromises, the shortcomings, the non-perfections, this wonderful and terrible life?
how can I let go of my precious, let life in, be more life?
this is what we do to people we love, we give them the chance of becoming better. we are honest with each other also when it hurts. this is what it means to love. it means to be brave. be brave with the one you love and be brave with yourself. (none is possible without the other.) brave and honest.
thank you for giving me the chance to be better in this terrible and wonderful life