I could barely find the words in my mouth and the nerve in my bones to chase you down and tell you how you made me feel. We could have been pioneers of our own wild love if I had just let you in.
A letter addressed to me. How strategic of him, I reeled. How selfish. How spot-on. I love letters.
Even when we are in love, our relationship changes and develops as we experience things and learn more about ourselves and the world we find ourselves in.
What happens if your motivator leaves your life? Your North Star who guides you through the stormy gale, just disappears out sight. What would you do? You know the saying, “If you love something, set it free.
You live together and share every single part of your lives. What the absolute fuck are you supposed to do now?
We were not for this world, you and I. Sometimes I imagine us in a world that rooted for us. I imagine fireworks and cheering, I imagine more than one lone heart praying for the impossible. It all exists so beautifully in my imagination that I am almost satisfied with it living inside of there forever.
“May I suggest a topic? Why do couples fall out of love? I’m asking because it’s happening to me and the girl I love.” This was the request I received from avid Thought Catalog reader.
You were accustomed to the way your first showed you how to love, but you need to embrace being taught a completely different kind of love.
You felt deeply. You cared deeply. It hurts because it mattered.
It’s not just everything we were, but everything I thought we would be.