my favorite.

my favorite part of the day is when i walk into my room, where tyler’s bed is, and i get a sweet, welcoming “hi.” and then, i get a finger pointed at me and a “that,” meaning, i want you, come get me.

it’s my favorite part. i feel needed. and loved, greatly.

no matter how bad i feel, what kind of day i’m having, it always makes it ten times better.

i look forward to it, every. single. day.

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