There is something to be said for comfortable pauses with the music you listened to before he came along. He didn't love your music like you loved his. He wasn't that into you. There's been at least one book referencing that. He can still be amazing, and you can be you. He liked you.
And he would be proud of you.
You are proud of you.
Day 20 means you're still counting,
and it means that you didn't give up
on living
in a world of light and curiosity and brilliance, and you couldn't have dreamed it.
Today I am grateful that tomorrow will bring sleep but today, oh today, contains all kinds of living.
You already know this one.
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