anonymous

To be honest,
you're the only thing about home that is still real. 

Everything else has been
changing so much, it feels really good 

to know that you're still there.

I don't remember the sunsets we used to watch. 

I can't remember the heat of the summer, the names of the roads we used to drive down, or even the feeling of reading an amazing book. But I remember you. 

I don't really know what to say about life.

Just that we can't do everything.

We're not all perfect, and that includes you.

But that imperfection makes you who you are, beautiful and smart.