She's Not Wearing Makeup So

This Is Why I Loved The Support Groups So Much, If People Thought You Were Dying, They Gave You Their Full Attention. If This Might Be The Last Time They Saw You, They Really Saw You. Everything Else About Their Checkbook Balance And Radio Songs And Messy Hair Went Out The Window. You Had Their Full Attention. People Listened Instead Of Just Waiting For Their Turn To Speak. And When They Spoke, They Weren't Just Telling You A Story. When The Two Of You Talked, You Were Building Something, And Afterward You Were Both Different Than Before.

Yes, These Are Bruises From Fighting And I'm Okay With That.

You Are Not A Beautiful And Unique Snowflake... This Is Your Life, And It's Ending One Minute At A Time.

They Assume She Was Once Gorgeously Beautiful. Because Now She Looks So—bad.

That's Why I Write, Because Life Never Works Except In Retrospect. You Can't Control Life, At Least You Can Control Your Version.