I remember

I remember the times you forgot to tuck me in because you were so high you couldn't remember your own name.

I remember the nights i would wake up to find you gone. You wouldn't be home for days.

I remember the times I'd come home to see you scrubbing invisible dirt until your fingers bled.

I remember our door being kicked in and cops every where.

I remember you being led away in hand cuffs.

I remember losing you.

I remember waking up without you there to protect me from monsters.

I remember you were the monster.

@Jim Valvano

Dear Jim Valvano,

You are the name i pulled for my white elephant. This made me really happy, tbh.
Your blog has always been one of my favorites. I love the way you write. It's deep and honestly, knowing you as a person, it's what i never would have expected you to write.
Please keep writing, Bronson. You're seriously so good at writing.

P.s.

I have had a crush on you since sophomore year. Would you go on a date with me?

Excuse me while i bitch

I need to vent for a second.

If someone is very obviously suicidal, why would you tell them to kill themselves?

Do you take you take joy in seeing me hurt?

Don't you have any feelings besides resent?

I remember the look in your eyes when you said you loved me for the first time. I remember the way time stops when we kissed. I remember the way I always felt safe when you held me after we made love. I remember the way you gently wiped my tears when my dad left. Again. I remember the way you told me you will always forgive me. I remember the way you looked me in the eyes and said it wasn't my fault, when everyone else said I asked for it. You told me you loved me, and that would never change....

 It was you and I against the world... 

Do you remember when we used to lay in the grass, just laying there, content to be next to each other? 

Or the days we would text until I got out of school, and talk on the phone during my ten minute walk to your house, the conversations we held without words, as we lay in your bed, the hours long phone calls while we waited to see eachother again the next day?

Some love notes are written. But we made ours. 

Honestly, I'm probably not going to comment on anyone's reveals. Not because they aren't good, but because I have no words good enough to tell you all how much I loved your reveals. They are all so real... So raw and so you. Revealing blogs has been pretty fucking scary, but you've all done amazing and I seriously admire you all. Thank you for being you. Thank you for being real. I have loved reading your blogs and I cannot wait to keep reading and getting to know those behind the pen names..