Stranger

[seemethrewyou]

Do we choose in love?

She didn't choose to love a woman; she just loves. He didn't choose to love a man; he just loves. They shouldn't have to hide it because it makes other people feel weird. You love who you love, and that's what makes love beautiful and magical. He loves just like you, and she loves just like you. Life is too short to live as someone else; be true to yourself. We should love who we love instead of wasting time.

[seemethrewyou]

How much do you love me?

I love you so much that the moon and back isn't enough to even start to explain. I love you like a swan loves its partner. I think of you every day, like a thorn on a rose. Even when you are not here, you are here. You are the sun of my life and the moon of my sadness. I love you so much that I know that in other lives we are together. When I see you, I feel like I am floating in the sky, that I am slowly drifting into paradise. For you, I would collect every star in the universe and put them in your eyes. But what would you do for me?

[seemethrewyou]

To my Father,

I miss you, like the earth misses the sun, when night falls. I know you're not dead, but you are in a weird way... I hope wherever you are, that you're okay. I don't know why I am writing this to you, but I need to. I need you to come back, please. I am still that same little girl who needs her dad to fight the darkness of her life. You left way too early. Even Mom misses you a bit. The world needs both the moon and the sun to live.

I see you in the books I read, and in the music I listen to. I see you in the movie we used to watch together. I am sorry, I don't want to see you in real life. You just changed so much, and your eyes, which once reflected who you were, are now full of pain, sadness, and anger. But you are nonetheless my dad. You have now become a distant memory that I am scared to live once more.

You are not dead, but you are dead.

I love you so much, take care

Goodbye, your daughter.

[seemethrewyou]

When I die,

When I die, I want the wind to take me all around the world. I want it to lay me in the grass and drown me in the sea. I want to feel my hair in the wind, once more. And when I am on the sand and my body relaxes, I want my soul to leave my body, as if it didn't mean anything, as if this life were a chapter in my soul's book. I want my face to be part of my soul's book of many other faces.

But for now, I must stay because I don't know if this will be my last chapter. And this chapter is too short to wonder about it. But I think I still do. I want to go into the sea, feel the burning salt in my eyes, and the warm sand between my toes. And the wind on my skin. I want to feel the warmth on my face again and the softness of grass on my palm. So I will try to not think about when I die, because there is still too much to live for and very little time. I promise and you should too.

I don't know why I wrote this....

Your Stranger