Displacement.That’s what I call it: the feeling of not really knowing where you fit. When you’re tied to a place you’ve always known but suddenly feel more comfortable somewhere new. When you’re connected to more than one location, considering both of them where you belong
I promise to stay.
Maybe they call it ‘falling’ because it’s just that—you completely trip, slip, lose control, and crash into another person. Head over heels. All of you. Into their open arms.
Bring me light when I’m in darkness and a path to follow when I feel like I’m wandering in circles. When doors close in front of me, give me new ones to open. When people walk away, give me courage to seek out relationships that both build me, and honor you.
I can’t wait to brush my teeth next to you, sharing the mirror, making faces with our toothpaste-covered tongues.
I love that you’re not afraid to let me in, to talk to me, to be emotional and vulnerable and raw and real. I love that you put aside your doubts and trust me, that you give me a chance to love you, really love you, even where it hurts.
If you love her, let her be. Let her be as she is—strong and soft, gentle and passionate.
Love is consistent.
You are the woman who forgives, who loves, who cares unconditionally. There is nothing wrong with that; in fact, your forgiving heart is beautiful. But you must also protect yourself, too.
We were created in His image—our bodies, our muscles, our curves, our breasts, our butts, our wrinkles, our rolls, our smiles, our shoulders. Instead of hiding, we should stand proudly and confidently