The world stands still for a moment. I’m taken aback by how comfortable I feel, almost as if I’m melting into this seat, even with the summer sun burning into my skin. I love the warmth. It reminds me of home.
Be patient with it, for you are only human.
Maybe ‘home’ is not about where you are, but about how you feel. The way you find yourself belonging to a person or place, simply because it’s where your heart has decided to rest.
Father, please be with this boy I loved. Show him how powerful you are, how big your heart is. Show him the love you want for him—a love that is pure, passion, and honorable to both him, and you.
You are not defined by your pain, by your past, by what has broken you. You are defined by how you believe and by how you rise.
There is no set definition for love. No foolproof means of identifying or labeling it, no sure way to know whether what you’re feeling is pounding in your partner’s heart. But it’s beautiful, nonetheless.
See, physical love will not last. Beauty will fade, attraction will dwindle, and passion for the body will be replaced by passion for the mind. And that’s the love I want to have.
Maybe one day I won’t have to miss you. Because you’ll be here.
I’m sorry for ever allowing myself to believe I wasn’t enough.
They are in relationships with the most sensitive, emotional, and passionate people out there.