Micalea Smeltzer amerikai

Boys will be boys, it’s a bullshit excuse, Salem. Don’t ever let some loser make you think otherwise.

You deserve to know you’re not alone, that someone’s beside you to fight your battles with you.

Everyone deserves to have someone who’s there for them. I want to be your someone.

I want to see you. Let me love you, Salem. The way you deserve. The way only I can.

[…] eighteen-year-old girls, do not smile at their thirty-one year old divorced neighbor like that.

Let myself mourn for the little girl who had to be so strong when she should’ve only had to be a kid.

My sweet, Dandelion. May you always be as free as the birds, as wild as the flowers, and untamed as the sea.

Don’t hide from me. Ever. I see you. I want to see you. All of you.

And I know, without a doubt, that whatever this is, whatever we become, if we grow and flourish like the wildflowers behind our houses, or crash and burn, it won’t matter because when I’m old and gray, lying in bed thinking about my life, he’ll be the best part.

Thayer Holmes might not realize how special he is, but I know.