Today I we went to one of Justin’s relatives beach house. While we were three I spent a good while with his youngest cousin, finding seashells and throwing them into the water, just hanging out. We really hit it off.
And then on the way home he told me that same little boy has leukemia.
He starts chemo again in 3 months.
Its obviously sad, but that sad is really sticking with me.
I still haven’t wrapped my head around it.
“In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.”—Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Every man or woman is the right one if he or she wants and chooses to be the right one or if one chooses him or her to be the one. It’s a choice; love is a choice. To make the relationship work, both have to choose to stay and to never ignore the love.”—by Prudence Charlz (via questiontoanswer)