That freshie haircut on the mister and on me is a tan that has visibly come from a can. I am swooning so hard because it’s Friday and that means we are sitting on a bench under an umbrella about to eat at our favorite taco truck.
We’re both wearing smiles and living our best life together.
This is minutes or moments - I don’t know - before a seizure. Lately, I’m realizing two things. 1. We both have epilepsy. We just experience my seizures differently. 2. There is nothing wrong with our life and there is nothing bad about our life because I have epilepsy. We will still smile like that today and we will still do what we can to keep living our best life together.
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