1:08 pm (change)
I woke up today and felt different.
I knew something had stopped and another
had begun in the night.
I go to sleep and wake up thinking of
your face and your hand in mine.
The ache in my chest is tangible,
I could reach into my own body and hold my
heart to soothe it until youâre here.
But the ache makes me feel alive,
like Iâm still worthy of tenderness and softness.
The same things you tell me are the things I
long for from you.
My lips on yours.
Your hand in mine.
Sharing the same air.
Our bodies twisting and our laughs filling the
space between our skin.
Iâve longed for love like this.
Is this what people mean when they say happy
endings are possible?












