"..And I wish I was a camera sometimes.." in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
- June 12, 2023, 3:08 a.m.
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Tomorrow I will be 45 years old.
I’m healthy in so many ways.
But I don’t think I believe in love anymore. I used to though. Deeply. Romance. The whole freaking empanada.
I don’t anymore.
I think love exists and I feel it deeply, but in love? Actually seeing it fulfilled? I don’t think I see it.
And that’s a very strange place to be for me.
My entire identity has been on one day being the best husband and father I could ever be.
Well.
It had been one day being those things.
But a husband and father?
No.
My life is so strange to me, I wish this world the very best. Make someone smile today.
Smiles are beautiful.
And so are you.
Always.
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Deleted user ⋅ June 12, 2023
Yo! Happy Birthday. I hope you can look at all the GOOD in your life and be grateful for it. So many never live to be 45. As far as love goes? Give yourself a hug and be kind to yourself. Enjoy being you and so much ALIVE. Just a suggestion ;-) Have a good one!
Athena ⋅ June 12, 2023
Happy birthday!
Soulshine ⋅ June 12, 2023
Happy Birthday!