Which as always, brings a song to my mind. It’s been on repeat in my mind pretty much since he passed. Thinking about my “legacy”

Feeling that so very few care for me enough to cry, why should I keep caring? Keep exerting myself for them when I know it’s to no personal benefit? That doesn’t make sense.

Except—when you feel a deep love for someone, it’s really not even a choice you make anymore.

It’s the outpouring of your heart. Their reaction means very little to it. (2/8)