Daisy FoxPanda

Not gonna lie, when people tell me they love me, I tear up a little. I guess it has something to do with the nights I spent crying myself to sleep, with the days when I’m too hard on myself or with my wishes upon shooting stars that are now seemingly forgotten. I mean, I understand that the world is not a wish-granting factory, else we would all be doctors and astronauts. I’m aware that not all of us can live forever, can have monuments erected to us or books that would still be in libraries even if hundreds of years passed.

But I want to be remembered, even for just a little while. 

I want my brief existence in this world to bring happiness to others, I want the people around me to have a piece of myself that not even time can take back. 

I’m an underachiever in life and there’s a pretty good chance that my dreams won’t come true till the end. Not that I’m giving up, I’m just being realistic. And I guess it’s part of why I tear up a little when people say they love me, because then I know that when my time is finally up, when the people around me who hold a piece of me have all disappeared and there’s nothing left of me to be told in between beer bottles, atleast I knew that I was loved. That the world is beautiful and I was here, maybe just for a little while, but I was loved for the person that I managed to become. Even after those who hold parts of my hearts no one else does have looked the other way 🦊