With you I don’t feel the need to control, to make sense of, to know, beyond a doubt, what the future holds. Because I know you’re in it. And that’s all the security I need.
You consider your bond to be closer than family.
Why is it that we don’t know how to live until we’re close to dying, until we get the diagnosis that changes everything, until we lose someone close to us and realize how much we’ve taken for granted?
You may have let go of him, you may be in love with him still, but you need to ask yourself this: Do you want him back for the right reasons? Does he deserve a place in your heart? Are you willing and able to love him enough to forgive him, to bring him back in? And is he worthy?
For she knows you, knows that you are imperfect, and yet wants you to be hers.
Let’s love one another so well, the past doesn’t matter so much anymore.
Sometimes you must take a break, let the world fall away and figure out how to spin without you, because as much as you fear it won’t, it will.
You put your arms around me and I am wild. Desperately reaching for you, to put my mouth on yours, to kiss my every dream onto your lips until we breathe the same desires, until all the time and space is no longer lost between us. Until we are one.
How do you know what love is, will be, will become? Or if it will hurt? You don’t. But that’s the beautiful thing.
When we fall in love with someone, when we choose to intertwine our hearts with one another, we want to give, want to share, want to open and offer all of ourselves—but this isn’t about the physical, tangible things. This is about our heart, our emotion, our love.