Jennifer Kurack

Show up for your people.

Every memory of us littered the streets of the city, playing out like the scenes of a movie.

It’s okay to stare longingly at the dandelions with hopes and dreams of a better today. It’s not your job to hold the world together.

Thank you for believing in me, even and especially when I did not believe in myself. Thank you for encouraging me to never play it safe.

One day, when you are blooming in your becoming, you’ll look back in gratitude at what brought you here.

Let go.

I can’t risk making you my forever.

You will cry.

Even being half the woman you are would be a blessing.

I could have spent a lifetime in your embrace until a loud unexpected clap of thunder jolted me awake.

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