That you cannot be saved and loved until you save and love yourself first.
That my 'Oscar' will be my Yangs and my Greys because "I will literally die of sadness" are car conversations and pillow talks with wet pillows and wet steering wheels.
That it was okay to break into pieces and it is okay to now be put together.
That it is okay to say that he helped and is probably still helping my pieces.
That I want a few days off and then more days on.
That some things will be put in boxes and opened only when they need to be aired out.
That I want a strawberry onesie and walk proudly between Eastlakes and Gardener Road.
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