Rose Goodman

I want to feel the moment our souls collide just as our bodies do, I want to experience our love in a way that cannot be spoken nor written nor sung, a way that can only be shown.

Loving an insecure woman quite simply means having a heart and learning to see the world through her eyes.

I want that small pleasure at a simple life with you because my love, no day is ordinary with you, no day will need anything other than your existence, your smile, your gentle touch.

Love me, sweet boy, because I am trying.

You lie there in the dark with him beside you, tears rolling down your face as you hold yourself and you scrunch your eyes up real tight and imagine a future without him.

I’m learning to love myself so that when you hold my face between your hands and whisper that you love me, I believe it.

I want to know that there is a minute, just as the sun is creeping across the sky, where we are thinking of each other.

We were meant to be forever, you and me.

Believe me when I tell you, there are wonderful men out there; I’ve seen them. The kind of men who will value you, whose only concern is your happiness. These men will look at you like you are magical. Like you possess the secrets to the world.

There was this feeling deep down inside my gut which told me ‘this is it’ ‘he’s the one’. And I know that sounds cliche, I know it’s the kind of thing you hear in romantic movies and novels, but it was the truest thing I’ve ever known. And it still is.

I promise I will not taint our love with ghosts from my past, from words spoken by other men. I promise not to let old wounds be opened. And I promise not to open yours.

How does one even casually date another? Like, what are the rules? Are there any? Or do you just emptily fuck them and take them to dinner, ask them questions about things you don’t really care about and then at some point in the future decide they’re boring and move on?

I want to stain every city with our love; I want to steal countries from your heart so they can only ever belong to us.

I do not want to be another nameless girl in a crowded city. I do not want awkward encounters the next morning when he’s kicking me out of his apartment. I do not want to be just a body or a ‘great lay’ because I am so much more than that.

Do not love me because my loneliness will make you ache in places you didn’t know you could ache. And my damaged reflection will burn holes in your eyes until eventually you’re blinded to my imperfections.

So promise me you’ll be honest, even if it hurts me, even if it breaks us. Promise me you’ll be honest even if it’s unnecessary, even if it means nothing.

I know now it was never that easy. Your cape was slightly torn and your crown wobbled a few times. Your wings weren’t capable of letting you fly some days but you kept going.

I’ve been choosing you ever since the day we met, too stubborn and reckless to give up on something that me feel so alive.