last night i was on the phone with my boyfriend. all night. i
brought up the butterfly project, and how I named my butterfly
after my grandma. he started talking about his cousin darren, who
got killed by a drunk driver. i think i heard him cry about twice
last night. seeing him cry made me cry. we were just siting on the
phone with each other crying. i felt horrible. i see what i went
through, and my situations weren't nearly as bad as his.
he's the strongest guy i know. he's been through hell and
back, and still manages to smile through it. I look up to my
boyfriend. I might make another butterfly, and name it darren. for
my boyfriend.