I give thanks for the ones who survived.
I give thanks for those I loved and are gone.
I remember the light in your eyes and the joy you took in living and loving.
I pray another generation does not have to learn the pain we felt.
I pray for medicines and a cure that all can afford.
I pray to always remember the sweetness of your hugs.
I pray that someday World AIDS Day is a memory and not a reality.
I pray that people remember how to stop it from spreading and killing.
I hope someday not to have to remember.
I pray for hope.
Maybe we love them because they are independent and not subservient? They choose to us not that we’re choosing them?
Are you effing serious?