I often wonder what people will say about me when I die. Did you think I was nice? Empathetic? Loving? Did you hate me? Why? What did I do? How can I fix it before I’m gone? Were you in love with me? How did I make you feel? Did I help you through any difficult times? Did I help you develop as a person? I forget to tell people what they mean to me. I’m learning to let go of the uncomfortable parts of myself that hold me back from loving to the fullest extent.
















