At night I feel alive
At night I think about my best friend who moved away, I think about his brilliance and openheartedness, the ways we’ve cared for and challenged each other, and I think about how preposterous it is that I was able to find a friendship like this, a person like him, even just once in this lifetime. At night I think about my parents, about how lucky I am that I can still give them a call, that I’m still their child in the moments that I don’t feel so strong. At night I think about how I have so much love inside me it hurts, how I don’t take enough chances to tell people how much I think about them and miss them. At night I think about how badly I want to live, how precious this life is, how every mistake I made and every disappointment I felt was worth it, I think about how we are all on this little boat riding the waves, trying to stay upright, trying to make the most of what’s given to us. At night I think about how one day I’ll be gone, and maybe my friends will remember me for the way
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