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#94

I carry so much love for you that sometimes looking at you feels unbearable, as if my heart wasn't made to hold this much of it.

#93

I'm not jealous that you like her. What hurts is realizing that you were always capable of liking someone but you just couldn't like me, even when I was the one standing right in front of you. Even when I was the one who confessed first.

The possibility of loving someone was always there, I just wasn't the person you saw it with.

#92

the grief of almost is mourning a future before it ever has the chance to become a memory. it is carrying the weight of a goodbye for something that never got the chance to begin.

#91

life is short.

be obsessed with the things & people you love.

#90

I used to think love had to be obvious to count: grand gestures, declarations, certainty. But maybe it exists in smaller ways than that. In the passing thoughts people have about you that they never realize they're revealing. In their instinct to make sure you're okay. In the tiny evidence that your well-being matters to them.

Sometimes, being cared for sounds less like poetry and more like knowing that someone thought of you when you weren't even asking them to.

#89

Maybe love isn't always found in grand gestures. Sometimes, it's hidden in the way someone remembers the things you mentioned only once, as if they were always worth keeping.

#88

You make me want to be better. You make me want to believe. You make me want to fall in love again.

I'm afraid of wanting you this deeply, knowing I could get hurt in the end. But if it isn't you, I don't think I'd want anyone else.

#87

"he doesn’t know it but he’s a lot of the candles I blew out as a kid."

#86

They're right, we are mosaics of everyone we've ever loved.

#85

i wish they had a happy ending… or at least an ending

#84

I tried journaling this year, and I realized that I don't have anything to say when you're not around.

#83

Finally, I accepted that love might still be worth it, just for the right person.

#82

"i am afraid that if i open myself, i will not stop pouring"

-jamie oliveira

#81

In English, we say, "I love you"

But in poetry we say, “My heart was a storm of devotion, too fierce to name - so I swallowed my words, fearing they might break you. For in a world full of fragile things, you are the one I’d shatter myself to protect.”

deana louise

#80

The intimacy of adapting each other's vocabularies, tones and typing

and the grief of unlearning it all.

#79

"my capacity to love is what allows me to feel the beauty of life"

#78

you are the knife i turn inside myself. -franz kafka

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