Owen

Does it not matter that I thought I had a vision that would die before 35? I hope it’s not true and Owen knew his foolheartedly. I always wanted more than that. I always wanted to get to bed earlier. I always wanted to be a baseball superstar. It doesn’t matter much anymore. I strapped my dreams to a sinking ship. I will figure my way out of this, but I have, at last, lost the last of my innocence. I knew what the cost was, but it was worth risking… and still is, I guess. It’s not that it doesn’t hurt, because it does. It’s not that I cannot live without you, or you, or you. I can live. It’s just that once I knew love like I knew the way my hands write my name, and now my name is strange to me, but I know love, and I know you, and I will follow and love and break and enter and crush my heart into a pulp. Itwasalwaysyouitwasalwaysyouitwasalwaysyouitwas
alwaysyouitwasalwaysyouitwasalwaysyou, and now I have to figure out a different dream.