Year.
This is a letter to the year:
I still sometimes live stuck in years passed by…having conversations with girls states away about how simple we all used to be. If I had been a better friend, we’d all be put together nicely…like the way my grandfather glues together puzzles once they’re done. I just want to collect pieces of the image of my life…but this is no video game. Some pieces are all right …some are just gone.
Hey to every girl. I’m sorry I never called. It’s not you…just the connection that failed. And this isn’t an open audition…hearts are hotels we’re trying to turn into homes. I want you to reside here, but it simply isn’t the nicest time of year …and your laugh is too good…your smile too broad… your convictions so strong.
And to my family: we are strongest in the rain …and we’ll withstand storms again. On the backs of everyone who has come before, who wished us more than they ever had, I can safely take a hand and know I’m going to get better. I’d assign everyone in the world a sentence, just hold it together with love’s punctuation.
I wish my best friends every single thing they want. We’re old enough to know the things that are important …and I owe my life to your stories and for allowing me to take part. Thank you for the open arms and for allowing me to see the best in all of us. Strides we make are different because of our leg length. Mistakes are only mistakes when we stop admiring the ground it takes to make up a single step.
Happy New Year to everyone here. You make me fucking smile every day. Thanks for writing stories …thanks for trusting them to me. I’ll tell it as best I can.
<3nick
