how devastating love can be. that it can make you feel like your ribs have been ripped and stolen right through your skin.
it can make you feel smothered by warmth and a gleefulness that fill the very pores that allow you breath. then, still, it can rip away as if it had all been but a mirage.
love can whisper so sweetly your name to summer’s breeze, will heat your winter-frozen fingertips with a knowing smile and then tell you that autumn was created to be the backdrop for your beauty–
love will tell you that spring was what the gods had in mind, that fate had her map drawn out for this very meeting.
so many things love can tell you.
how long does it take to r e a l i z e? will you allow yourself.
floriography edits | 5/11 | a flowery gift for: @ghostboywrites > source(s)


















