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being known is being loved

“i know your pizza order” “you have freckles on your ears” “you make this face when you’re tired” “you order green tea on a good day black on a bad day” “you always make that face before you try something” “the tips of your ears turn red when you’re angry” “i knew you’d say something” “you must be exhausted to miss the class” “your favorite pie is pumpkin, right?” “i know your phone number, don’t worry” “you miss me, i can tell” “you fiddle with your pens when you’re bored” “you don’t like converse unless they’re high tops” “your favorite cereal is cinnamon toast crunch and you first ate it when you were 8”

being known is being loved.

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this is so romantic to me

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ugh pls me next

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“How empty of me to be full of you.”

- Louise Hay

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“May you know the softness that comes from being well-loved.”

— India Ame’ye, Author

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“I want you to stay

please stay”

I told him

He smiled

“You can't keep the breeze

can’t make it stay

only breathe in it, only feel it

as long as it lasts”

-Nidhi Bhasin

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"of course i remembered" is a love language

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:’)

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All of it.

I remember. I remember when it wasn’t enough. Never enough. I remember when there was always someone else who was better. I remember being left out, being looked over, being forgot. I remember when the whole fucking world told me, “on this map, the map of your life, one inch equals a million miles, and you ain’t got no way to get there.” I remember believing all of it. All of it.

But I also remember when things started moving. When my life took a turn. When I told myself “we”, as in me,myself,and I, “need to change this.” I remember seeing a light. I remember it led me thru the darkness that I had created because my belief in the situations I had put myself in, closed my eyes to the truth. I remember the truth. When I quit accepting they were right. When I started accepting me. All of it.

And now, I remember the good days. I remember each day because at least one good thing happens, no matter how small. And, each day is a victory. As long as I look for that good thing, as long as I accept that each day can be better than the last. And as long as I remember the bad back then, I can remember the good today. I owe me that.

All of it.

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today i’m floating, but the current led me to your arms…so the sea-crusted hair and seaweed-tangled fingers are worth it.

do you know how near you are to me? when I’m all alone I feel the ghost of your hand brush by mine. when there are no words to listen to, I hear your breath. even on a sunny day, I look down and see your shadow instead of mine. do you feel me too?

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Come love, make me better than I was.

Come teach me a kinder way to say my own name.

— Andrea Gibson, from “Good Light,” Lord of the Butterflies

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it was the year you forgot my birthday. if anyone asks, that’s what i’ll tell them. the year the rain turned away from me. it seems so small now, but back then, the world was a war i was fighting. the trees all had shadows trying to ruin me. i tried to fix it. i even spoke to the birds, but they scattered like dandelion seeds. you wrote me a letter to tell me how lonely love was. i tried to retrace my steps to before it all happened, but our lives went on and our hearts never looked the same. i had a phantom poem in my head that i promised to give you if you stayed. you didn’t. the poem did. after two more years of silence, i was still sorry. i pictured your ghosts, and they looked nothing like me. i imagined a world where i was big enough to at least haunt you. it was the same world you burned down in all your dreams.

you make me feel beautiful