I know and it’s okay if I’m not your favorite chapter you have written. But I hope you still sometimes smile when you flip back to the pages I was still a part of. Like when you crashed our neighbor’s brand new bicycle when I tried to teach you how to ride a bicycle. Because nobody ever taught you how to when you were a kid. We laughed so hard we were laying on the street concrete pointing at each other. Like when you couldn’t go back to sleep after waking up from a horrible dream about your childhood puppy dying. We climbed and stayed on our roof and watched the stars. There are so many great memories that I could spill out now but what use would it be if I did it? The most important thing to me, is the fact that you are happy. And seeing you happy. Even if it means watching my own heart break over and over again.