Both of us struggled with knowing how to love ourselves when no one else wanted to. At least no one we longed for.

I needed to become new. To become a witness to self. The me that was alive within and becoming increasingly impatient to be known.

The journey has not been an easy one. So much of me has been lost in the storm. Flung overboard so that I may continue to rise.

He looked up to his mother in pure adoration. As if looking at the face of God. I knew that look because that is how I once saw my mother.

Who hurt me? I hurt myself. I have failed to find love because I’ve never allowed it in. Never let anyone get too close.

Love, I will follow where you lead and serve others the best I can along the way. May your people be my people.

It has almost been a week since I’ve seen Leo. I’ve kept my promise and have not called. Neither has he. My heart slightly touches upon...

I’ve always told my story as a tragedy. An example of how the world is not fair. But it is fair. I got exactly what I asked for.