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Posted on February 18, 2017 by Shivonne Powers

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It was never about finding you. It was never about finding us. It was about finding you at the wrong place at the wrong time.

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This year I never created a post for you. Maybe because it's hard to believe it's been 18 years. Maybe because those 18 years spent without you make up more time than I got with you. Regardless of that, regardless of anything, I miss you now more than ever and this song brings memories of you to the forefront. I hope you would be happy of the person I have become. "You taught me the courage of stars before you left. How light carries on endlessly, even after death. With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist. I couldn’t help but ask For you to say it all again. I tried to write it down But I could never find a pen. I’d give anything to hear You say it one more time, That the universe was made Just to be seen by my eyes."

And kid, you've got to love yourself. You've got to wake up at 4am, brew coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You've got to sit next to the man on the bus who's reading your favourite book and start a conversation. You've got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin on a hot shower. Then you've got to wash your sheets until all you smell is the laundry detergent you bought from the local grocery store. You've got to stop taking everything so damn personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You've got to compliment someone's crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid-July. You've got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won't matter in the future. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake up early on Sunday to watch the sun rise. You've got to stop worrying about what you're going to tell them when they find out. You've got to stop overthinking why they stopped caring about you over six months ago. You've got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You've got to love yourself.

"You can find magic wherever you look. Sit back and relax, all you need is a book." - Dr. Seuss Adventures are always possible even within the walls of your bedroom. The words come to life bringing characters and environments you could only think up between the pages. I fall into books every single day... I don't think I will ever truly get up from them.

Tonight IS the NIGHT! 🏒

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