When can we ever truly understand each other? (the answer is in the attempt)

We are so careless with the hearts of people we love.
Hearts we drop and don’t protect.

I don’t care what anyone says, being twenty-one is hard. I’m not sure if things get easier or harder as you get older, and maybe I will never know. Mainly because we tend to gloss over everything in the past and focus on the good times. And the bad times — they just seem easier in hindsight, because we aren’t in the midst of it anymore.

Myrtle Beach is rainy and cold. Good for shopping, reading books, making toast-people and not much else.

I found my grandfather’s World War II diary. He was engaged to my Grandma for three years while he was overseas working on planes. It’s weird to think that he was my age once, feeling the same things I am, with his whole life ahead. Don’t you sometimes wish to be 80 and see how it all turned out… I know I do.

you showed me all i could have
you were free when i was taken
you did your best to change that
you stop and i’m in overdrive
you hook the stars with your eyes
(in the drive on to me.)

I miss you.

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