I do not regret that I find my value in people. I find value and purpose in people, in others. It means I get really fucking hurt, that I feel it to my core, in my nerves, throughout my circuitry. Every time someone asks, “How are you?” and isn’t there for the answer, they take a part of me with them. I am not necessarily surprised when I turn around as I am saddened by the loss of another part of my happy.
But in finding value and purpose in others not only gives me the reason to be Don, but the strength to do so as well, because it also means that I am not alone…
“And that’s why you’re awesome. A lot of good comments. And now I have some wisdom to share with you!”
“Unappreciated. Not under, but un. You know how it is here.”
“Sorry a lot are feeling that way” (for an English teacher, not that grammatically correct when it comes to text messaging! – but I digress).
“Fuck ’em. I know everything you do and all you do for that place and the support you give. You were more thoughtful in your one phone call yesterday than most people there have been all week.”
“When a lot becomes too much I’m happy you’re by my side. I can feel scared and at points hopeless, just for a second. Because I know you’re there.”
“And that’s why it will never be too much. Because foreverever together beats it every time. Foreverever reclaimed. I love you.”