Wish

Hi guys! I just wanted to add a side note before the post and explain a little bit. I came up with this at 5am, and I wasn't sure if I should post it or not, I like to make this a happy place. This is a safe space for everyone, and I wanted to show you that it's ok to be sad. I'm a realistic person, the world is amazing, and I'm grateful for my life, but sometimes we all need to sit down and let our emotions out. Who better to vent to than my best friends?! This post was also inspired by a recent conversation I had with Eman, I learned something incredible and I thought of the people involved. Now, I want to know, what would YOU do if you could have the perfect day? Let me know in the comments!

If I could have one perfect day, I would be healthy. My muscles and head wouldn't ache, my body wouldn't be tired, I would wake up and not have to take medication. My grandfathers would be alive. I would take them to the off-track betting in town next to the Dunkin Donuts, Grandpa Mike used to take me there all the time when I was little, and we'd bet on the best horse. We would stop by my church, so Abuelo could see how beautiful it's become, that unknowingly, we were both saved by faith. Then I'd take them to the park. We'd sit in our chairs by the lake and they would be healthy, their brains would be in perfect condition. I would ask them for their best life advice. I'd ask them about their lives, and record it. They deserve to have someone remember what they lived through and what they did. Then, we'd go to the diner, they make the best turkey club and French fries! I would look at them, hold their hands, memorize every wrinkle and scar in their skin like a world map. Our bodies are history books, our memoirs and biographies. I'd hug them, embrace them so tightly we'd lose our breath. Maybe we could get some ice cream and laugh about all the shit that's happened since they've been gone. I'd tell them about the boy who broke my heart 4 months ago, how I tried my best not to lose him, but I'll always blame myself. I'd talk about all the amazing friends I have now, and how grateful I am to still be here. I'd tell them that I think I might be in love, and it's scary as hell, but I've never felt more alive. I'd tell them that nothing is the same without them, and God sucked a little more when he took them. We'd all listen to music, to Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, one last time. I would immerse myself in the moment. God, what I'd give to be there right now. Then I'd say goodbye to them. It wouldn't be as bad as the first time they left, at least now I'd know it's the last time. Maybe they would give me a tip, a sign or something to hold on to. I don't know for sure. It'd be emotional, goodbyes always are.