you.

And I am fool
for not understanding
just how important the moment(s) were when they were being experienced.
The small times,
those small times.
Like...
driving your aunt's car and listening to mixes you made back in High School...
or.
like, having yard sales in the mornings with your mother, selling our things.
Or,
lying in bed with you.

If I have learned anything,
I have learned that I should never want more than I have.
Excess does not mean happiness (I should fucking know that).
If I will learn anything,
it will be that I am grateful for the present and for knowing and loving you.