the real trick of it

After I had laughed and cried and gone off for a while, I just sat there, petting the dog. The tears felt cool on my cheeks now and they weren’t coming anymore. 

Letters to Melissa, Overtime, and Serving on “the floor.”

It’s hard to just painlessly “move past” a wall you’ve painted on for years. You scribbled, stenciled, white-washed, smeared, colored and beautified it.. it was something unique, original, and beautiful – something very “a part” of you, because it expressed so MUCH of you..

and that is who she was.

How can I walk away, without taking a picture?
And how can I leave with a picture, and not take a look at it every once and a while?
How can I look at that picture, and not still see it’s beauty..

and how can I see it’s beauty, and not want to return?

Aun Aqui