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Dear daughter,
I think of you and I worry. I worry about your heart and the people who will break it. I worry about the men who will make you cry and how you won’t know the reason. I worry about just how hard it is to get back up when you’re heart is broken; when your world is falling apart and you don’t know how to fix it. When you’re faced between the decision of choosing to stay and letting go.
Dear Noah,
Where are you? Where is my forever? Where is the love that fights for me? The love that accepts me for who I am, flaws and all.
Where is that love that sees me. The very heart of me.
Where are those eyes that want me?
Yes.
Us is a recipe for disaster. We both it is going to end. We both know it is not going to work. We both know we shouldn’t be holding each other’s hands. Yet, here we are, side by side.
You need to be bigger than your emotions. You need to be stronger than all the pain you feel inside.
30 days
It started and ended on a Sunday.
And maybe I am not good for him.
Love makes us hope for things that are most likely we’d think are impossible. Love makes us trust for possibilities rather the reality. Love makes us think that anything is a possibility, which I firmly believe is right. Maybe, I haven’t found love yet. Maybe all I have are random stirrings that are never going to be anything.
I don’t really feel anything anymore. It’s like a superpower. - the end of the fucking world
I am never going out again. I am never leaving this room. I am not giving myself a chance to mess up.
30 Minutes
“30 minutes,” he said. Don’t leave yet. He said while
I hope that one day you’ll find warmth within yourself without having to ask for fire from another person. I pray that your heart allows healing so no other hearts would be left broken. I wish that happiness envelopes your being so that you no longer have the need to rob others of it.
Be well. Be excited. Be the person who you truly want to be. Not the shadow that walks around unsure of where he is heading. You deserve that.
I think more than anything else, we need something that makes us feel alive.
“I did not stop loving him all the months I was holding my breath.”
— Brenna Twohy, from Swallowtail
5 seconds
The pool had a few people in it. It was a rather quiet morning.
He slowly approached her. She sat there by the edge, waitng for him to be a few inches close.
Then, just as he was five steps away from her, she said “stop”. 5 seconds. It took him 5 seconds to get to her. 5 seconds for her to see just how much in trouble she is. “Stop” she shouted again.
With a perplexed look, he halted but did not say a word. She looked at him intently, and sighed. “Before I had thought that you were good-looking, smoldering smile and the works. But now, I think you’re beautiful.”
He grinned, that boyish grin she despised and enjoyed at the same time. He took three more steps. She can hear his breathing now. Then he whispered, “I had thought you were beautiful. But now I think you’re breathtaking.”
“Time is rumored to heal all wounds, no one claims it erases them.”
— Raych Jackson, from Even The Saints Audition (via buttonpoetry)
Your smile made everything even better. But I know it isn’t mine to keep. I know it isn’t mine to even to revel with.
3 seconds
“Hey, Sam!” That’s how they met. She was out with her best friend and he was out with someone special.
Enid, a common friend, called out to one of them. She was trying to get Samantha’s attention to remind her of a book she borrowed 5 months ago. Both of them answered.
And, no, it is not love at first sight. She thought of him as good looking - Your typical good looking boy next door kind of hunk. He is a cliche, she has thought. And she wasn’t interested in cliches.
He thought she was weird but she had a nice smile in her eyes. He held his significant other’s hands as Samuel locked eyes with Samantha for a good 3 seconds. 1 Mississippi. 2 Mississippi. 3 Mississippi.
Just 3 measly seconds.
Then, they went about each others’ lives.
