You send me a snap, I send you one back. That might be the best we can do.
There is sex, and there is making love — and I’m only signing up for making love from here on out.
When somebody shows me their heart I only love them deeper, and in this moment I am not afraid to like you first.
God damn I hope you do miss the people you’ve loved sometimes — it means they mattered. It means they left foot prints in your heart that weren’t able to be washed away.
I hope that you are courageous enough to let yourself heal, because you deserve it.
I would have looked forward to our every ‘first’ together without ever worrying when our ‘last’ would dawn.
You don’t think about it as much as you live it – overthinking a relationship is what happens when you have to dig for proof that it’s not doomed.
You warrior with a purple heart.
You lover with a Grand Canyon of possibility.
There is so much space in you.
That’s a good thing.
They are your maybe people, your someday people, your ‘what-if-in-a-different-world’ people, who offer the possibility you’re lacking in this one.