I hope you allow the love that surrounds you every day to fill every crevice of you up, overflowing into the souls you cross paths with.
Within pain itself, there’s a tiny sliver of light in the darkness. Do not lose sight of it. Because in it you can feel your heart ache, and you can feel it beat.
I hope I don’t like you because if I do, I’m going to mess things up and you might leave. Because I get nervous and I stop making sense when your eyes look at me.
I hope you come to terms with the brutality of this world and choose to forgive anyway. I hope you walk away from the pain with a smile on your face and in your heart.
So much of my being is wrapped up in him like we’ve spilled into one another like watercolors blending together to create something new entirely.
I’ll completely forget all the rules I’ve learned about interacting with the opposite sex – I’ll interrupt him, speak loudly, probably sound too eager, and he’ll mirror me.
Understanding and appreciating the fact that life is more than a series of checkboxes.
I never told you this. But being with you were the only moments I ever truly felt beautiful.
We woke and breathed and fought. We experienced growth one way or another, without even realizing it. We made it through another day.
I hope you know that seeing you happy made me want to be happy without you. It made me realize that my pain makes you happy. My misery brings you joy. My heartbreak brings you power.