I know that you’re excited about what lies ahead, but it’s ok to be terrified, too. I promise you, this means you’re doing it all right.
You’re going to see so many new things-ridiculous, beautiful, painful, sad, stunning, confusing, be pushed to your own limits, have your heart broken and then glued back together again.
Your faith in humanity will be tested, but you have love in you, darling, so you’re going to be just fine.
Just let yourself bend a little, ok? If you never bend, you won’t give yourself the chance to break. And breaking will be very, very crucial in the long run.
And know that this whole time, this time that you’re growing and bending and breaking and re-glueing, I’ll be thinking of you. Maybe not every day, but often.
I know that it’s been seven years, and maybe seven more years will pass where you will pop into my head and leave me with questions that I don’t have the answers to.
Maybe you were just the dream, darling. But it’s ok.
I’ve always liked dreaming.
Like the wildflowers that grow in the grass every spring,
swaying free in the wind,
admired for our truth,
protected by something so much bigger than us,
like the Universe
You feel like the way love should be,
like coming home.
Your conscience was right,
You’ve been listening to the devil on your shoulder
for far too long.
It’s about time the angel had a chance to speak.
How do I know
that your apology was really for me
and not sent
so that you could make yourself feel better?
While everyone is outside talking,
I’m inside thinking,
that the only thing missing from tonight is you.
on things that aren’t probably aren’t good for me,
when I’d rather be twisted into your arms.
I’m starting to see how our hearts can connect with so many people,
how our souls have the ability to touch others so freely,
how there isn’t one person for everyone.
I think we make a choice,
to love or to not.
There may not be such a thing as perfect compatibility,
but there is still such a thing as choosing someone
who makes you feel.