“it’s late at night, and i’m trying to eliminate boredom from my mind, so i do the only surefire thing that will work: i go through our old messages. and i’m not just talking about the recent ones, but the ones from years ago. from way back when. and i get sad. part of it is because of you, of course. you say things like “i am always here for you” and “i love you” and i really believed those at the time, you know. but what really makes me sad is how uncomfortable i was with myself. how often i told you that i hated myself, or that i wanted to hurt myself. and you just took it all. i still love you for that. that’s a heavy burden for a seventeen year old boy to hold on his shoulders, no matter that you were tall and a football player.”
— A Story a Day #89 by bramble-lee
