my heart struggles to let go at the thought of maybe.
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@aloverslonging
my heart struggles to let go at the thought of maybe.
sex is cool, but have you ever watched someone’s face light up just because they saw you?
you’re like a puzzle piece in my life, but more specifically, you’re an edge piece. a corner piece. something easy to find, easy to place, easy to rely on. something reassuring in the mess of finding where pieces may belong in my life. you’re a part of the beginnings, the journey, and the end when we see the clear image and it all comes together.
okay but saying "i wish i had known you sooner" — like the love in my heart is growing so big and fast for you that i wish i had the opportunity to have you way earlier by my side, because i want to love you longer than i can do now. my love for you reaches my past and makes a place for you.
dont care if i sound corny or cliche but to love and be loved back and not having to second guess where u stand in someones heart is such a warm and safe feeling & everyone should have the luxury and pleasure of having it always
Big huge fan of the way people eyes soften when looking at people they love it’s like they can’t help but let their guard down and open their hearts up
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“I don’t want to be a burden” you’re more like a relief, a gift, a blessing actually
“i dont want to be a burden” dude i found the point of it all thanks to you. i realised the joy of existing is doing so with you bro
"i don't want to be a burden" you're worth carrying. i don't care if you'd be worth it to you; you're worth it to me. i smile every time i think of you. and buddy you're just gonna have to figure out how to cope w that <3
"I don't want to be a burden" human hands and arms and hearts are made for carrying.
i would love you in every universe. if you even care
Any love I made you feel is yours to keep
you’re like a puzzle piece in my life, but more specifically, you’re an edge piece. a corner piece. something easy to find, easy to place, easy to rely on. something reassuring in the mess of finding where pieces may belong in my life. you’re a part of the beginnings, the journey, and the end when we see the clear image and it all comes together.
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
and you may not think you’re pretty enough or handsome enough… but remember there is someone out there who finds you more gorgeous and ethereal than hand-plucked stars and silver clouds. someone who believes you are worth their whole attention and not their stolen glances.