this morning #1581.
this morning, i’d woken up with the stack of my dad’s letters next to me. now, as i headed to bed, i still had them. i obviously wasn’t ready to part with them yet. after school, i was chatting with one of the guys about the situation & he tried to be all philosophical about it. he made some sense, i guess. “we only get to live one life, man. i get it. your dad’s gone AWOL. that totally sucks but if you chuck your letters from him, what’ll you have left? i know people say stuff about leaving the past in the past but they’re talking out of their asses. for you, that past might be all you have. y’know? he might not come back into your life and, if that happens, you’ll end up kicking yourself. i’d hold onto them if i were you.” maybe that’s what i’ll do.