Lefty's ✓

E P I L O G U E

September sixth

Happy endings rarely happen. For me at least. I never got the girl, I never got my relationship back with my father, but maybe I did get a piece of myself back. This summer helped me realize that I don't need a girlfriend to make me happy. I can be happy on my own.

Everything happens for a reason. I've always lived with that motto, but only now do I realize how true it really is. Maybe my moms death was supposed to happen for me and dad to- as bad as this sounds- become relieved of the trauma she put us through. Maybe the shit my dad and I have said to each other, or lack thereof, was meant to happen so we could inevitably become closer; maybe.

But what I do know for sure is that this summer was supposed to happen. As much pain as I've felt, I'm fine with it. I'm fine with the memories of a certain someone and it's refreshing. It's so different to feel happy because I've trained my mind to remember the happy memories and relieve myself of the bad ones.

I like to think I deserve it. I like to think this is a step in the right direction for me. All of this is just one big part of the grand goal: love. Whether it be love for another, love between a father and a son, or self-love. All I know is I want it all. It'll all happen eventually, I know that. I just have to wait. It takes time for those things to happen and all I can do is sit there and let it. It's time to live in the moment and let myself be fine with whatever it is that's going on.

And that's my birthday wish.