Maybe in another universe… NO.

This is the only chance we get. This life is it. There are no do-overs, and there isn’t any secret time we’ll get later.

That said, I will be careless about my I love yous. I will be kind because what good comes from anything else?

This isn’t a game. We don’t get to click restart whenever we feel like it.

I will not allow my pride to win me over. I want to be the best version I can be today.

I heard today that the best things in life make your hair a disaster. I didn’t think about that. It always does: running, jumping, swimming, hiking, the wind in the summer, and making love.

I hope my hair gets fucked up more often from now on. I wish I didn’t care about how I look. I hope I care more about how I feel.

All this shit doesn’t matter. At least, the shit I thought mattered.

I’ve made mistakes along the way, and while it may not be a popular decision, I’m happy with the mistakes I’ve made. They’ve made me a better person. The love I missed out on is the only thing I could go back to. I’m a better person knowing that because I know how much love I’m capable of, and I know that when I want something, I will do everything I can to show my love. Not everyone shows love the same way.

The next person I love is going to be lucky. But that’s all in due time. I can’t wait for her to experience all of this because she won’t ever be the same. She’ll know what it means to be appreciated day in and day out.