Sometimes, those who decided to leave are those who have been hurt the most.
We all deserve a kind of love we keep on giving to everyone.
Your instincts may guard you from getting hurt, but it will tear down all the chances of being someone else’s home.
You do not have to be afraid, my love. I know we are both terrified to take risks but you have to trust me.
It was terrifying to witness the hurricane alone, my love.
Soon, there will be no more stars left in the sky because we stop on believing and creating our own version of our universe.
Your heart is my home and my forever shelter where the darkest hours turn into the brightest form of daylight.
I have made my decision, I have set myself to the possibility of leaving but I want you to see that the space was made for you to fill it with thousands of new versions of stars and planets that will never leave you, that will never fade and die for you created it through your heart.
I am into cuddles and pillow fights rather than spending the night gulping the bitter taste of alcohol without being afraid of asthma attacks. I have been searching for myself for almost four years from now and I thought I finally found a place where I can shed my skin filled with scars. I never thought you will just give me a wound that the pain still inflicted and burned the true colors of my own soul.
I know you are still there, waiting so please, come back. Please.