A small story:
I just wish I had been around more. I stopped visiting because sometimes it hurt to look them in the eyes and believe what they were telling me. God, I hope I kept that voicemail. It's the last time I'll hear her voice.
Some days, most things in life look trivial. I never want to take a moment for granted again, because by the time I open my mouth to ask the harder questions, it will be too late. My stomach feels like tangled ropes and intestines... gross.
I wish I had said goodbye.
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