“I love. A lot.
I’m the Casanova, the loverboy, the guy with a heart quite open and flexible to love people as they come and show them why they deserve to be loved.
I like being this way, I don’t think I’d like to be any other way than loving.
It hurts, but I do hope that I don’t ever really close off. I understand what toxicity is, I understand more on how to avoid it and recognize it. And I don’t ever want someone to darken my ability to love again.
I want to hold my chest open and let people come and go as they please. Perch on my rib cage and enjoy the view, just leave me with enough room to breathe. I want to have friends, beautiful friends inside and out,
I want a bouquet of people I could fall for if I wanted and I want to be able to list a hundred reasons someone should love them were anyone to ask.
I want to live. And to me living is synonymous to loving.
I want to brighten people, I want to calm people, I want to see the deepest parts of people look them in their eyes and tell them they are ok.
I want to brave whatever flame they got and tell them honestly I’ve had worse.
I want to kiss their stitches back to scratches back to scraped skin back to smooth and lovely.
I want to kiss every scar and learn the story behind it, learn to work around it, learn to behold it more beautiful than before.
I will get hurt. But I don’t think I’d have it any other way. “