#majasharonbebber

[wordsbymsb]

Coffee gone cold, soft music, heartbreaking lyrics, early mornings, candles burning. A hope for the future. Fairy lights, blooming pink roses. The strange comfort of you trying. Of looking back at the past and being glad you never gave up.

[majabebber]

There comes a time when your own language tastes strange inside your mouth. The words tumble from your tongue and they get twisted. You say words in another language because you forgot them in your own. And you realise that you grew out of people and experiences. All you have is memories and sometimes, they are distorted and strange and nostalgia will make you miss them. But they were not half as good as you thought they were. You feel safe for a moment when you return home. It is like you can breathe again. But there is no opportunity to grow. You are stuck again. You changed. You look at everyone around you and you wonder why they settle. And you wonder if they are happy. If they are at peace. And you ask yourself if they ever want to see more of the world, if they have a hunger for life. Maybe they do. Maybe they do not. But you realise you do. You realise you want to live your life more, to the fullest, somewhere far away from here. And it is scary to not feel safe. It is scary to change, to face new challenges. But you are hoping to find peace. In everyone you meet. In every place you live. In the end, you will realise that true freedom and peace can only be found in yourself. And when you find it, you have to guard it like the heart that is beating inside your ribcage. Like the flowers that bloom out of your mind. Guard it. And run with it. Be alive. Stay alive. Remember those strange words and learn new ones. Sweeter ones. Don’t settle.

[majabebber]

We live on borrowed time. The past and the future is an illusion. All we really have is now. There is peace in dying because what a wonderful though it is that, after all, there is an end to all our suffering. That we will be reunited with the ones we love. We think we have so much time, but we don’t. Life is slipping trough our fingers every second. But there is so much peace in the midst of all this chaos we call life.

[majabebber]

Paris. Endless coffee. Hours in bookshops. Long walks in the sunshine. French conversations. Cozy cafes around every corner. Poetry everywhere. Stories waiting to be written. Endless possibilities. Love.

[wordsbymsb]

I drink too much coffee and dream too much. I spend hours browsing through bookshops, sitting in cafés, writing and dreaming the world away. I want to spend my life going to flower markets, theatres, bookshops and cafés. I want a lover who sees all the magic in me and I want to see his magic too. I want to spend the nights drinking wine and talking about life. About everything I lost, I learned and I love. I want to talk about all the sadness I carry with me but how I choose to wake up everyone morning not letting it defeat me. How I choose to see the magic in everyday. I want to drink black coffee and eat croissants for breakfast. I want to explore magical cities and get lost in strangers stories. I want to live life to the fullest because it’s way too short to not make the most of it.

[majabebber]

I miss you. I know we will never be something because you live so far away from me. I can only ever have you a few times a year when you visit my city. I miss your smile, brightening up the whole room. I miss your kisses, on my lips, on my forehead. I miss you taking my face in your hands and telling me that I am going to be okay. I miss your good manners, your charme. I miss you telling me about your past, about your family, about your life. I feel like I knew you the summer we met. I felt so comfortable around you, so at ease. I cant stop thinking about what we could have been if you would live closer to me. About you telling me you miss me. You are a bittersweet story. A summer love. A fleeting moment. Sweet, passionate kisses. Moments in time. Touched once and then never again. Warm hugs, full of longing. My heart aches for you and you will never know.

[majabebber]

I don’t want to waste my time with anyone anymore. I don’t want to meet a new person every week. I don’t want to get lost in them just to lose them. I don’t want them to tell me things that they don’t mean. I want to find a person who stays, who means what they say. Someone who gives me peace, who makes me feel safe. I want to spend my life with the right person. Every single moment. I don’t want to settle. I want to find someone who is everything I need and I want to be everything they need too. I want someone who stays.

[majabebber]

Tell me everything. Tell me what you write about. What you read. How you drink your coffee. What inspires you. Tell me about all the messy parts. Show me everything that you hide. I want to know what makes your heart beat. What inspires you. What you want to look back on at the end of your life. The first time you have been in love. The first time you got your heart broken. And how you put it back together. What keeps you going when you are so close to giving up. What you want to leave behind when you take your last breath. Tell me what makes you happy. I want to know every detail. I want to know why stardust dances in your eyes and why flowers bloom out of your mind. I want to know everything that you are.