Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life, And it’s a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don’t have a plan, except it’s time my mom laughed again. She has never seen the world…she has never seen Ireland. So, I’m taking her back where we started. Maybe now she’ll understand. I don’t know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I’ll write to you again soon.
– P.S. I Love You (via poeticheartache) (via postitsonyourfridge) Via post-its on your fridge
will it be worth it?
