If we were together, we’d laugh and joke and trade all the minutiae of life because it’s in the details that character is shaped, love is shared and a history is forged.
The older I get, the more I value those who share my journey without prejudice, without malice, and without judgment. It is the transparency of shared wounds, the harmony of shared quests—be they the same or different—and the echoes of the past that guide us into a future worthy of our hopes and dreams.
The older I get, the more I realize that letting go is never as important as holding tight, for memory will become fleeting soon enough: the now ephemeral, the then tough and resilient, as immutable as time itself.
The older I get, the more I imagine myself as I once wished to be: strong, stoic, straight.
The older I get, the more I value…