There is no future without our pasts.
John tries to hide the past. All we are is the past built up 'till right now. He can't help but look away from any thought that there was nothing he could have done. Six times around that block, he once told me. Six times, but there would never be a seventh one. Luke rode his bike around the block six times and never came back.
It makes my heart break thinking about how much pain it caused him. How much time he spent sitting in the dark, unable to sleep. Wanting to know what happened to his son. No matter how hard he tries, he can't sit in the dark forever. No answer will ever satisfy him. He has to hold his son in his hands again before anything else will suffice.
Every time I see him, I want to say something, but every time I can't. He can't hear it. It's not his fault. It never was.
Whenever I think of the past, I think of Luke, I think of John and how much he cares. He cares so much that if anything happens to anyone, in some way, it's his fault.
When I think of the future, I think of John. I think about how much it would do for him if he knew exactly what happened to Luke. I think about how many times a day he must wonder what really did happen.
No matter how hard he tries, he can't push it away forever. There is a truth to this painful lie. We will find it… together.
All we need to do is make sure that the past doesn't destroy our future. All pasts lead up to a future.
There is no past without our futures.
John tries to hide the past. All we are is the past built up 'till right now. He can't help but look away from any thought that there was nothing he could have done. Six times around that block, he once told me. Six times, but there would never be a seventh one. Luke rode his bike around the block six times and never came back.
It makes my heart break thinking about how much pain it caused him. How much time he spent sitting in the dark, unable to sleep. Wanting to know what happened to his son. No matter how hard he tries, he can't sit in the dark forever. No answer will ever satisfy him. He has to hold his son in his hands again before anything else will suffice.
Every time I see him, I want to say something, but every time I can't. He can't hear it. It's not his fault. It never was.
Whenever I think of the past, I think of Luke, I think of John and how much he cares. He cares so much that if anything happens to anyone, in some way, it's his fault.
When I think of the future, I think of John. I think about how much it would do for him if he knew exactly what happened to Luke. I think about how many times a day he must wonder what really did happen.
No matter how hard he tries, he can't push it away forever. There is a truth to this painful lie. We will find it… together.
All we need to do is make sure that the past doesn't destroy our future. All pasts lead up to a future.
There is no past without our futures.