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Hey,

I’ve always hated how the bad times consumed you. Negativity tormented you like a nightmare you only experienced while you were awake. I feel like you never looked outside of your own mind and saw where the sun shined. You would have known it shined on you too. You were trapped in a prison of your own creation; you were the warden and the inmate.

I’ve always wondered if you ever knew how the rest of the world saw you. If you could have stepped outside of your own body and befriended yourself, you’d have fallen in love just like the rest of us. I feel like you never looked at the depth of the smiles you gave and really understood that you were loved. Your soul was cherished and valued far more than you knew.

I’ve always loved the strong face you put on. The urge to fill the world with laughter and joy made you who you are and drew everyone to you. I feel like if that joy could pierce through your thick skin and stain the darkness just a little, things would be different. Your strong face wouldn’t have been a mask, but an actual view of what’s inside. Only it wasn’t, it was a prop you used for the character you played.