Instead, I’ll love you in the present. I’ll love you in the moment, in the here and now.
He is gone. Not the “small-time” gone. Not the “see you later” gone. Not the “be back soon” gone. He’s forever gone.
You’re only listening to your brain, never your heart.
I don’t want one-night stands and casual dates, I don’t want something flaky that’s ever changing with our emotions. I want a love that’s unwavering, a love that stands the test of time.
A week after your mother’s passing, the funeral service was held. You were hurting, and I still loved you four years later.
I guess the reason I’m most scared of writing about you is because writing about you makes this real. And if it’s real, you’re something I could lose. Which scares me the most.
Instead of seeing it as something bad, see it as a blessing in disguise because someone rejecting you is really them taking themselves out of your life rather than you having to put up with unwanted people and taking them out yourself later down the line.
because there’s ink in my veins
waiting to be spilled
My friend asks where it hurts and I point to the roof of my mouth. And the back of my throat. Basically anywhere, take your pick.
She’s married now. I cried when I found out. I thought I would be beside her for those moments.