We sat down on the curb, my heavy head found his shoulder and all I remember is feeling like I was home. He had been mine once upon a time, and I was about to find out that his name had been written indelibly on my soul.
I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.