”I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them. ”
It was my first few weeks at college. My “nana,” a woman who was not related to me but was my nana nonetheless, has just passed away. She was in a happier place, with Papa and her parents and sister. She wasn’t suffering from the pain the cancer caused…but that didn’t stop me from missing her….
So this is my writing blog…yeah, it’s strange and weird and I don’t know how often I’ll update it. But this is probably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. It’s been in my mind for a long time, but I never got around to writing it down until now. I would really like it if you’d read it—but if you don’t want to, I understand.