writings by am

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I just get so detached, and I don’t know how to be anything else. Whenever I try to open up to people, I can never adequately describe what I’m feeling. All that ever comes out is “I’m tired”. And that just doesn’t describe it.

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I no longer believe

we were meant for each other.

I think this is what

closure

feels like.

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reminder: your boundless compassion and empathy don't make you weak, they make you powerful.

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And if you love me as I love you, I will be waiting. For you to take a chance for once in your life full of known things that I so desperately want to upend. I know. I know that it’s a lot. I know the small life that you have worked so hard all these years to protect means the world to you. I know that it’s easier to bury me and our time together in the back of your mind to only think about on rainy days that remind you of the night we first kissed. I know that it’s infinitely easier to stay in your small town. With her.

But here’s what I’m asking of you: don’t. Take a chance. On me. On our potential life together. Jump on the first plane to me. Show up at my door even though everything could fall apart in a second. Wouldn’t that be beautiful? To try anyway? To put it all on the line just to have a chance, a small chance, of being together? Almost 200 countries. Over seven billion people. And it could be you and me.

So if you love me as I love you, you won’t settle for a small life in your small town. No. Please. Give me a chance. Give us a chance. It could turn out to be nothing; one of those loves that lasts but just a moment. Or it could be everything—enough to set the world on fire. So please. Love me enough, and be brave enough. To try.

a.e.m.

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// from my one page a day journal

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first drafts in pen can feel freeing. not everything has to be perfect. (note to self)

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i've never believed in fate. all i know is that everything in my life has brought me to you. to our time together. and for now, that is enough.

you make me thankful for every moment that has brought me to you (even the bad ones)

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more than anything i just want someone else to love so that i can stop loving you

it hurts the most at night when i’m alone

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(I will love you forever)

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fuck do I love him. I think I might love him the rest of my life.

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update: he loves me back

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fuck do I love him. I think I might love him the rest of my life.