On days I do not love myself, I wake up feeling afraid of myself. This body sometimes still feels like an intruder in the same home it built.
It will burn a hole in your heart.
I am a writer. People expect me to be good at being vocal with my feelings. But, in your presence, my words fail me.
Thank you for simply being here.
In this world that is already harsh, never stop believing the good in everyone.
I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever love another human being again like this, because you have me—you have my heart.
What if I told you that you’ve been occupying my train of thought every minute of the day?
He kisses me and makes me realize that the universe has always been made up of him.
I hope you know that you deserve better than that. You deserve someone who doesn’t rush love.
I will wait for you.