Emily Jane

I apologized to her eventually limp and bony hand many times that week, begging the world to stop spinning because nothing made sense. Nobody heard me though.

This past week, I lost my mother. I keep going over it in my head that in just eight short days, I lost my mother. I watched the stage four cancer engulf her and swallow her without any remorse.

You are you – strong, smart, and courageous because you wake up in the morning and put your feet on the ground and tell yourself you can make it through the day.

When you get older, someone is going fall in love with you. Let them, and don’t push them away because you’re afraid, or because everyone always leaves. He’s not going anywhere, and he loves all the things you probably hate about yourself.

What I’ve learned is that many will care when you speak, but few will hear you when you’re quiet.

Thank you for teaching me to never give all of myself away too quickly; I learned that some people take and never want to give anything in return. Thank you for making me see that the chase really isn’t worth it, because you run out of breath eventually.

We crave mystery, we crave the chase, and I was unfortunately born an open book with transparent lines and word “obvious” stamped on the cover.

You’re the person that hears me when I’m not even talking, and can feel my heart speed up without even being near me.

No matter how much you want to dig your heels into the ground and turn back to what’s familiar, you have to push yourself to keep going.

You only become what they say you will if you let yourself, and you are much better than that.

Stop me from thinking that I’m too good to be with anyone, and that my guarded heart isn’t allowed to beat for anyone else. Destroy my idea that everyone is the same.

For so long, I have spent my short twenty-something adult life pretending that I’m the bravest woman ever. I have pretended not to care, to be aloof because everyone strives to not give a shit about anything these days.