Growing up, I don’t know how familiar I was with the concept of solutions, just that I was the problem. I was the wild child, the rebel, labeled as such for just being myself. Not because I was extreme or actually rebellious. I think that’s why I have trouble figuring out who I am now.

The other day, outside laughing and drinking by the docks, we sat down and you told me you felt lost and  you have spent so much of your life trying to be who you were supposed to be that now you don’t know who you are. We sat quiet for a while.  I never told you how close I felt to you in that moment; even though it was the farthest we’d ever been apart.

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At the time, I didn’t know that conversation, about feeling lost, would be one of the last conversations we ever had. Looking back now I guess all we ever really did was find a home within each other. A safe place for a short time. We found comfort in the light we made together, in the darkness of ourselves.