Why I tell my story.

I tell my story for you

because you care, because you learn
because you were there, because you saw it too.

because you like talking to me.

I tell my story because we enjoy coffee together

because when you walk beside water words come out
because camp bunks at night require outpour of hearts


I tell my story because it's funny
because I do silly things and I like your laugh


I tell my story because I want you to know how much your part of it meant to me. I hope you see that through my attempt at wise-cracks and sarcasm, a shadow of description over the actual reality of effect your love blew into my soul.

yeah, that.


I tell my story, to you.

But, you are not the single reason.




I tell my story because without it being said, out loud, or time and time again,

I don't know if I believe all these things happened.

because I want to remind myself that I'm actually alive

that moments haven't been wasted


that he's spoken to me

before.





I tell my story because remembering fuels my living right now




remembering what good he has done,

and what he's given me,

through you.