Be Okay.

I've thought. A lot.

"Forget them. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown-up things again."


Never is an awfully long time.

I grew up.
I didn't think I did, but I've  already had my last night in the nursery. And that's okay.

I still pretend, sometimes.

I didn't need her. I needed to think I needed her, and I needed to learn to be okay with that.




  To live would be an awfully great adventure.