I am making my way out of the dark and standing tall, skipping into daylight. There is no going back.
When you think you are falling, but really collapsing into supernovas.
I need you to trust the journey.
I can’t get enough of you. The things you do, the things I do, the things we do.
Healing traumatic stress takes time. It isn’t linear.
No matter what choice you and I make, we will be okay.
Regardless of how love unfolded, trust me when I say that it was real.
It’s been a few months now, months in which I have learned and grown. Months in which I learned to never chase what doesn’t want to be caught because what is meant to be yours will always be.
I am lucky to have had these moments. To have learned from these moments, to have taken the lessons and let anything else.