Leaving something for the next generation is like writing your name on a foggy glass which disappears as the glass clears. It doesn't matter.
The truth is, Valentine's is great for those of us who watch. But there's a thorn on every rose.
A while has transpired between then and now.
Too much happened too fast, like a plot twist in a book. But unlike the reader, I can't go back a few pages to reread and understand what happened.
We've become so comfortable in our own lack of safety having accepted danger as just a daily thing.
With my headphones on my head I'm moving forward, one day at a time.