This book was just an idea.
Nothing more.

And it might never have been more,
if it wasn't for some people
I know.

So I'm dedicating this book to them:

Thanks to my mother,
for giving me life.

Thanks to my brother,
storiespaintmysoul
for filling my head with stories.

Thanks to my family,
for not killing me when I was a brat.

And most of all,
I want to thank someone really important
to me. The most pessimistic person
I know.
Someone who means the world to me:
sarcastic_bitch_101
I dedicate this book to you.
Though you are grown, I dedicate
this story to you, whenever you need or
needed to feel heard. Whether that be
past, present, or future.
I hear you.
I see you.
I care.
I dedicate this book to the little girl laying in
bed at night, no matter how she felt.
I dedicate this book to the woman
of the future, no matter how she decides
to spend it.
Even if we grow apart,
I dedicate this book to you, to mark the
moments where it was us against the world.
Even if you can never find me,
I'm always going to be right here,
printed into these pages.
And so will you.
And if we fall apart, and one of us ends up
hurt. I still would never change anything
I have said or done, to have gotten this far.
I don't really know how to repay you for
every smile, and all the comfort you have
given me as long as we have known
each other. So I did the only thing I really
know how to.
I wrote you a book.
And with that, I continue on.
With more appreciation and affection
than I believe it is possible to put into
words.

This book is not based in a true story.
But it is based on true feelings.
Lots of love, and a life of smiles,
-Floyd