Fly boy

I’m tired of making the same post every year for sixteen years. I’m tired of reminding myself in front of the whole world what happened, what was lost. I’m tired of wondering what it means to me and how things could be changed if only we did something differently. One brief moment. One answer to a question. What path would my life have taken.

A yes instead of a no.

But next week I’ll have to make that post. The same one I’ve made for sixteen years. Because I can’t forget what was lost. I can’t forget how my life changed forever. I won’t ever forget that one brief moment. When a no instead of a yes was the last time I ever heard you say goodbye.