We met in the fourth grade but fuuucckkk 27 years, 27 years isn’t long enough.
I’m angry. I’m heartbroken.
I’m a lot of things because I can’t understand why, but then again it’s not meant for me to.
We spent a lot of time together in our early twenties. Smoked a lot of blunts together, now this letter or whatever this is just feels strange.
I used to call your Mom, Mom and you showed me things in your culture, you talked to me about your secrets, and I never judged you for that. You never judged me for my shit and I would laugh and say, “that’s cuz you with the shit”. Now that’s it, in this realm anyway.
You’re in a time and space where you’re anywhere and everywhere. A space where you’ll always be with your daughter and everyone else who loves you.
The young and beautiful live forever; you’ll live forever in my spirit, until our next lifetime together.
I love you.
