I didn’t even know what the word Happiness meant to me, or what it looked like out in the real world.

The process of letting go is more imperfect than I ever imagined. It makes me think of my mother and how we’ve navigated the same process.

But this time, for a fleeting exhale, I allowed myself to look past all of that and see you in a way that normally doesn’t have a chance.

The real crime is that I listen. I put down the pen and agree that it’s awful.

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