At some point, I would like to think that I am enough reason to live. Not that the reason to stay alive is because it will cause Kevin too much pain, or because of what it might do to my family and friends. I’d like to think I’m worth them caring about and I’d like to see the good in me that they all see. I’d like to look in the mirror and not have a sad reflection staring back at me.
Right now I live because I can’t stomach what that would do to everyone else. I live because I know deep down I love Kevin and don’t want to spend a day without him by my side. I live for the people I love, because I know that for some reason, they all want me here.