Never Forget

Today is the 11^th anniversary of the terrible 9/11 attacks. I remember being in Mr. Gallagher’s social studies class in 8^th grade. I was scared and confused all day. I don’t think I really processed the extent and magnitude of what happened until years later.

Living without the ones you love isn't something you want to dwell on every day. Unless you’re me and work in the marketing department for a life insurance company, then yes, all you do is tell people how awful it’ll be to not be around for your loved ones.

I like having everyone I love close to me. I don’t like distance of any sort because I’m scared I’ll never see them again. Irrational? Sure. But the people in my life are there for a reason. I don’t want to live without them in any capacity. A good friend one time told me (and sorry Brett for butchering this) that “I have such a big heart, that’s why everyone loves me and can’t understand me at the same time.”

Maybe that’s true. It rips me up inside being away from the people I love. I just want to be in their lives and see their smile and feel their booming laughter. I want to be able to gather them into my arms when they need to be comforted. I want to be able to sit silently next to them and have them know I won’t ever leave.

Maybe it’s too intense or too much. Too deep, too fairytale. I don’t know any other way to love something but for it to be the center of my life. All I know is that I’m not going to apologize for loving someone like this.