i live for long rides through the countryside
i live for late walks with my mother
i live for warm minky blankets
i live for good love stories
i live for golden hour eyes
i live for "aaand denwhat?"
i live for sunset season days
i live for happy tears
i live for running for the hell of it
i live for songs played over and over
i live for jumping up to touch a leaf
i live for squealing over old cars
i live for hitting the perfect notes, finally
i live for nailing a dance routine, song, a kick-
i live for library hauls
i live for friendly stray cats
i live for finally crying
i live for myself.
if i still lived for him,
i would be dead.
so now,
i live for me.
i deserve that much, i think.
-jb
