Aug 8
years go by in the blink of an eye. people die and go away like leaves in the wind, like fireflies flickering into the sky on an evening in june. life is fleeting and miraculous and love is precious and rare. i want you to know my love, and i want to know yours. the only love wasted is love withheld, and i have so much love for you in my heart. i don’t want it to go to waste, i don’t want it to die in my chest before i have a chance to give it to you, before the universe puts an impassible ocean between us. i want my love to find you, to make a home in your body, to nourish your soul and keep you warm forever and always
