If I pound my fist to my chest 3 times, I can rattle my heart enough to believe in purpose. When you touch my skin as carefully as you do, I believe in the possibilities of endlessness, of knowing there is love in this bond, and speaking it with nothing but our body language. You are the jumpstart to my heart that I’ve needed, the belief in something greater than the pain, and the hope that exists in finding a love that grows my soul. I’ve never been comfortable in the unspoken knowing, but it’s comfortable with you to just feel, to know that there is mutualism in this connection and to trust that it’s enough. When the tomorrow comes that ends our nights together, I will watch the moon and hope it rises on your side of the coast with promises. I will send endless dreams into the universe and hopes to the stars that you always find happiness in what finds you. I’ve never been good at letting go when the time calls for it to come, but I find grace and honesty in the purity of what we have. I’m better for knowing you the way I do, I’m better for getting to love so many pieces of you.
And the moon will prove that this wasn’t all just a dream, (coloringtheworldwithwords)
