Forget Not...

I won't speak to my parents/sister for days, but on days like these, all I have to do is hear my Dad's voice...I can hear age in his voice now...and nothing, not even the fact that the guy I love does not love me back breaks me as much, but the mortality? in Dad's voice does. And suddenly, it seems more urgent that I spend my time with my parents, who have loved me even when I been least lovable, than moping over someone who has never valued me no matter how much I have loved.

Bitter, maybe. Clarity on priorities, definitely.