Naiveness was never one of my better qualities. I believe in too much good- in people, in the world. So much, that it ends up defeating me.
How unfortunate is it to be on a constant lookout over ones dearest to your heart because they can’t seem to find genuine happiness in your happiness.
I’m going to continue on the path that I’ve always felt is the best for me. Good fortunes will indeed return in due time. Hopeful. As always.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
My grandpa has Alzheimer’s so he has no idea who my grandma is but everyday for the last three or four months he brings her in flowers from their garden and asks her to run away with him and be his wife and everyday she says she already is and everyday the smile my grandpa gets on his face is the most beautiful heartfelt thing I have ever seen.