running [h.s]

ten

Today I drew you. I drew the lost boy who had a distant look in his eyes. I drew the boy who looked at me with adoring eyes. I drew you.

I still haven't gotten your eyes right, and I don't think I ever will. Because there are so many shades of you, baby. And I'm okay with that.

I'm okay that you left me. I'm okay that everything around me somehow has some speck of you. I'm okay, Harry. I'm okay.

You said you hated it when the night came on. You hated when it became dark, because then your surroundings matched your soul. Well baby, I was dark day and night and you were okay with that. We were okay with that.

I say to my body softly, "I want to be your friend." It took a long breath and replied, "I have been waiting my whole life for this." And now, I won't stop growing.

You taught me that sometimes you go through rough patches, but you'll be okay. Because it's just life. A beautiful, crazy, and deranged life. And we should all be okay with that.