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[mararev]

Empath

“I’ve had enough, I don’t want to live anymore!!”

“I don’t understand why he has to leave. Am I not enough?”

She has lived with these voices in her head. There was a time when she thought she was crazy because she could not silence these voices. She knew these weren’t hers. These were voices of people – hurting, lonely, and suffering. Most of all, these were voices that no one else can hear but her.

Overtime, she knew. She cannot ignore them. So she chose to reach out to them. Such is the beauty and curse of an empath.

[mararev]

What Counts Most

I will love you like an acrostic 

with words that speak of life, the stars, the Universe, and it has your name on it. 

I will sit with you in your car 

parked in the middle of nowhere - probably surrounded by trees, fireflies, and moonlight. 

I will eat whatever food you make, because trust me, mine could be worse. 

I will laugh at your jokes and explain to you mine so if you’ll get it, you’ll laugh, if not you’ll still laugh because you’re with me. The sound of your laughter is important. I live for your smile. 

I will take you to the beach

so we can swim our worries away even for just that moment. So we can bathe in the sunlight and enjoy the feel of the water on our skin. So we can pretend we are in Space and the fishes are extraterrestrials. 

When you’re tired of people, I will help you recharge.

I will read a book with you, quietly. Or play a game, or watch your favorite movie (because mine would be romance or horror, and I wouldn’t torture you with that), or just drink coffee. Let’s stay inside together so we can live outside again. 

I will dream with you, not the “your dream, is my dream” type.

You and I are different, there is no doubt we are. But I will support you with yours, give you courage and inspiration towards your goal. 

I will have my days when I am inaccessible. When I am grumpy and whiny and sad. But give me sleep, and all that will be taken care of. Give me a pen and a paper, and all that will be immortalize with ink as a reminder that bad days are temporary. 

There will be more skin, more sweat, an extra bottle of wine. There will be more… 

I love you. In the end, that’s what counts most.