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To my mum. I really don’t know how she puts up with me. I’d die if I had to raise a teenager like myself…



Dear mom,

I thought I had a thousand words to say
That somehow would convey how much you mean to me,
But I can’t remember a single one.
I thought I’d show you in a million different ways
That everything you try to teach me has sunk in…(at least a little)
But it’s past midnight already, and still haven’t done a single one.
I had grand plans
But they didn’t amount to anything,
Because they only would have lasted for a moment
And my heart wasn’t in them.
I know we don’t agree on a lot of things
(okay, almost everything)
But all of my independence and fire, I got from you.
Every once in a while I catch myself
Saying something that you would say,
Or doing something that you would do
And then I try to convince myself that it’s a bad thing
To be just like you.
But it’s really not a bad thing at all
Because I already am you.
Opinions don’t really matter, it’s what lies underneath the skin
That makes a person big or small, depending
On the size of his heart.
I’m not going to lie to you and say I’m sorry
For everything I’ve done or said or been
I’m not going to promise something
That I might break.
There’s nothing I can tell you that will make it all right
Save this one thing:

I love you.