I know.

I don't know anything about you,
I couldn't recognize your scent if it crossed me.
I don't know your moms name or all of your nick names, hell, I don't even know your middle name.
I couldn't even tell you your favorite color, much less your favorite song.
I don't know your touch because you never laid hands on me, or the warmth of your skin because you never embraced me
 .
I know your laugh, I know your voice, I know the rhythm of your walk, and the glow in your eye.
I know the way you strum guitar, and the way your face squints when you sing..
but with time I know I'll struggle to remember even that.
I hold on to what I know because it gave me a slight, sweet, taste of what it's like to feel again.
You absent mindedly let words that pinpointed  your pain and bitterness slip through your lips between the jokes, and to me your cover up laid shattered on the ground.

The strength you have to carry all those burdens made you that much more beautiful.
The way you move so flawlessly, making it all seem so effortless, when I know in reality the world rest entirely too heavily on your shoulders.
You're exhausted to your every bone but stand undefeated and I see that, I see these wanders you've made out of yourself with out showing a glimpse of weariness to others.

I know.
I know I hit too close to home, I cross lines... but here, just please let me take some
of the pain... you shouldn't have to bear it all...on your own.

bittersweet.

oh hey.

I'm back,

and my next few days will consume of recovering from mosquito bites and attempting to catch up on sleep. 

I'm fluttered with mixed emotions, I'm starting to figure out that nothing taste worst than bitter-sweetness. 

From "one last times", to cleaning up the place you started to call home, to waking up with a knot in your throat from knowing it's time to depart,  to hugging the life out of your roommates wishing you could take them with you. To sad car rides home that turned into the happiness of the sweet surprise of seeing your best friend jump out of your parents vehicle to receive you. To posted notes all over your room along with "welcome home" text blowing up your phone. To holding your precious niece and hugging your sisters. Even all the way to waking up the next morning to another bitter-sweet taste of taking senior pictures because some how I blinked twice and I'm already a senior..

SharpTop Cove work session two was easily the best month of my life. I was with amazing people from sunrise to sunset, serving and growing together in Christ.
Room 207 was filled with three other girls who taught me how to love and laugh like never before. I learned how to pray, how to cry with out feeling weak, and how to serve just as much physically as spiritually. I saw Jesus transform lives, heal the broken week after week and teenagers from all over the USA became part of the greatest love story ever told. I built SharpTop Cove a home in my heart, the beautiful thing about having friendships in Christ is that it's never goodbye.
It's refreshing to think that this is just the beginning of the many more great things that Gods going to do before my eyes.