The Love You Most Project

The Love You Most Project is a compilation of short stories, tales, and columns dedicated to my niece Emily. In it I hope she finds, with time, life shared in tales, lessons in words, and hope in between lines.

[esuemmanuel]

Qué noble es la hoja blanca, arropa cuando necesitas calor y escucha cuando te has sentido defraudado, y todo sin juzgarte ni tildarte de enajenado. La hoja, amigo mío, es lo justo y lo necesario para ser amado.

How noble is the white sheet, it tucks you in when you need warmth and listens when you have been disappointed, and all without judging you or labeling you as alienated. The sheet, my friend, is what is just and necessary to be loved.

[whispersofthepurplevalley]

I don't think I will ever stop being in love with the idea of knowing you better than anyone else in the world, despite all the hurting, despite all the waiting, despite all this distance between us.

-Sabina Yesmin

[heavensghost]

[esuemmanuel]

He aprendido ya a no perder el tiempo en situaciones que no me aportan.

I have already learned not to waste my time in situations that do not contribute to me.

[el-atico-de-un-alma-rota-deacti]

Cuando te perdí, empecé a buscarte en las demás personas, pero en ninguna pude encontrarte.

Porque nadie es tú; Y.

[writingsforwinter]

If Asked What Voicemail I Would Leave You

Listen, I know I once wished to kill myself just so I could be reincarnated

and come back as your left lung to finally feel a type of breathing

that didn’t hurt, but I am done being the seconds between lightning and thunder.

I am done being the debris after the tornado.

I know it’s getting late and the stars are starting to wish upon themselves,

but before all is said and done, I just wanted to tell you-

I am the storm itself.

My mother once told me that skies are just a reflection of the ocean

but I am no longer a reflection of what you did to me.

I used to believe that on his bad days God or whoever’s up there

would switch the clouds and the seas around just to get a change of scenery

and for a few seconds the water would get to feel

all the pain the sky goes through at not being able to touch the ground

but here I am, telling you

that I am fine

and I don’t want you to feel what I feel anymore

because water doesn’t have the right to touch the skies it once tried to drown.

So I hope you memorize the sound of this dial tone after I hang up

because if you ever hurt another woman the way you hurt me,

that’s the only thing you’ll ever hear when you try to call her back.

[writteninjoy]

Some day, not so far away...

She will be helpless, so I will reach my hand to bathe her.  She will need me to cradle and care.  She will require my time and devotion to tasks less than seemly.  I will bow my head and with honor serve. I will not shrink or skirt away from the task at hand. I will not pretend to be too good, or refined.  I will protect and keep whole and clean that frail body which once housed my own.

[aishwaryanair]

Typewriter Series #1415 by Aishwarya Nair

[extramadness]

[she-wears-glasses]

Pain seems to creep up on me

like the way you get

the chills slowly crawling

down your back.

It’s an unwelcomed guest that’ll just never ever

leave.

No matter how many

“I’m fine” responses I throw away for free

because they can’t picture a rain fall

down my face.

An sometimes it feels that my problems, and

my pain

gets pushed aside because it’s just

too much.

So I say

“I’m fine”

so that the ache in my heart, the

breaking down in my bones,

and the nightmares stuck in

my head aren’t

enraged from

apathy.

-I’m Not Fine

[justanotherlonelywriter-deactiv]

Sometimes I want to give people a taste of their own medicine, maybe they’ll realise how awfully bitter it is.

-J.

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

“You, my dear. I never saw you coming. And though these scars are beautiful…”

— unforeseen disasters

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

A poem to shrug at

“Hole in your heart” I spent my best years, out running storms I spent my worst years, out running you Now I am lonely and dry and left only with empty years to go.

[theloveyoumostproject]

Sigh

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Pop Quiz!

What is the square root of a broken heart? You have until the end of the period. Pencils up. Heads down. No cheating. Begin.

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