Slow Reader

I'm so thrilled this happened. I'm so glad that what I've said to you all along was proven true. It's not fair that you had so little time. It's not fair the way it ended. But life isn't fair, and taking that into consideration, I feel you got a pretty reasonable slice of happiness. I wish you could have more. I wish I could make it happen. And even though there is a part of my heart that is consumed with envy, the overwhelming emotion I have is joy for you. Joy because of what this has done in you. This had made you realize that there is always hope. That attaining happiness is possible. It's one "never have I ever" that you can cross off the list. I truly hope your patience through this is rewarded. We've been through alot together. Now I feel like you're one or two pages ahead of me in the book of life. Maybe I'm just a slow reader, but you can watch my reaction when I get to the good part. And I have faith that it's coming, that it's already here. I don't want to look back on life and think "Wow, those were the best days of my life". I don't ever want to wish I could go back in time. Right now, these days are the best days. Everyday can get better, because we're each writing the stories of our own lives. So maybe I'm just a slow writer.