Sometimes my mind wanders off and I spend a lot of time contemplating. My eyes become vacant, elsewhere. I’m usually thinking of someone; someone who has given me strength and endless encourage. He thinks I’m beautiful and every time I look into his eyes, I realize he’s telling the truth. When I feel hopeless, beaten, he’s patient enough to pick up my pieces and glue me back together… and even though we’re thousands of miles apart, he still touches me.
It’s important that I mention him because missing him is part of the journey. He is my sacrifice, my piece of home.
I honestly don’t think I would be right where I am today if he hadn’t befriended me all those years ago. And in the last moments before my departure from my old life, when I wasn’t sure if I should come or go, he had enough strength for both of us, to look into my eyes and tell me what I knew myself.
I admire him for giving me wings, for sending me off to live my life. But he’s right here with me, in my spirit, typing as I type, smiling as I smile, thinking as I think.
I feel like he’s carrying a piece of me right now. Part of my heart is somewhere in the streets of Brooklyn.
-To Sasha
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