To all my fellow humans who have been referred to as “too much” for simply expressing what you strongly believe in: never let anyone dull your spark.
She is the type of woman that will bleed into your veins as she speaks, for she is what brings you to life.
She is alone, but she is not lonely.
A panic attack always begins the same way. I lose all warmth in my extremities and I begin to shake.
I know God doesn’t love me any less because I didn’t get married in a church.
It gets hard. You pretend it doesn’t because you’re not supposed to still be affected by strangers who think you suck.
There of course will be fights and disagreements but you’ll get through them. Time will move and it’s your responsibility as a couple to keep up.
“I’m going to hug you.”
And I do.
A girl in the hallway says
I should try smiling a little more.
Maybe it would help.
I’m not sure what will end this cycle of late nights and quick goodbyes. I’m not sure what’s going to make it so I don’t crave your hands on me.