Whispers You Read

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I wrote a piece about loving him and kept putting “you” because I love writing him love letters.

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“I filled a book with how much I love him, starting from the ways his ears stick out just so, and the way he rubs his feet together to fall asleep. I wrote about how his hand is always warm and his fingers are always gentle when they touch me. I wrote of how I love the way his lips curve and how he can’t hide his emotions on his face. I wrote so much I ran out of pages. I love him, I love him, I love him.”

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“He had a kind heart. Soft eyes. A coy smile. Dimples. He was a like a piece of artwork. Certain details stick with you even if you can’t recall it all.”

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“I remember holding your hand, walking in sync and thinking as I looked at you- ‘this’ll never end. We’re perfect,’ how naive of me. How naive to think we were an exception to the rule. Everything ends. Even if it is at one time perfect.”

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Something about coming home to after a long day at work and he’s home- he’s waiting, greets me with a hug and huge smile- “my little baby” he says “I missed you today, how was work” and I get to melt for him. I get to tell him what I did, how, where- he listens. We sit in comfortable silence and glance over at each other occasionally. We share small smiles. He laughs and makes jokes. We eat dinner together, enjoying the peace of our home. He kisses my hands and says thank you for the meal.

And we love, we love, we love.

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she is back with the writings!! missed you love

I missed you!

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I dedicate gorgeous to him because the first time we met I did mock how he spoke and I couldn’t pinpoint his accent but now ages later his voice is my favorite sound and when he’s holding our baby and singing to her I think I’ll fall in love all over again.

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“We began like a fire. There was nothing slow or controlled about us. On Sunday, we didn’t know each other. Monday, we met and suddenly colors look different and I wear a ring on my finger that he gave me while down on one knee. Everything has been fast, a hurry to catch up and make up for all the time we’ve spent not knowing each other. We’re the fire that consumes.”

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“I don’t remember his cologne anymore. I go days without thinking about him. I no longer miss his laugh. I understand now- I’ve left him in the past.”

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“When we fought, it got bad quick. He would say things just because he knew it hurt me. I would do the same. The only difference was I knew where the line was. The one you don’t cross. He knew too of course. Yes, of course he did. He’s a very smart person. He’d just choose to ignore it. He would one track it until I was screaming that I hated him. And then he’d sigh and say ‘Ah but not as much as you love me.’”

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“They don’t tell you that sometimes you’ll break someone’s heart and your own in the process. Sometimes we hurt good people. Sometimes we’re the bad guy in someone else’s story.”

[yearningheart]

Trista Mateer, Honeybee

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You were drinking heavily, nightly, and then daily.

“The world will end soon, might as well,”

You poured with a heavy hand until you started to drink from the bottle itself. We had a fight in front of your friends. We’re screaming, it’s semi-public and you know how I am about my privacy. You’re throwing your hands up, you’re mocking me, you’re slurring your words and I’m shaking with anger. We smash dishes on the floor, the walls, and they sail past our heads. We never do well together for long. Haven’t we learned by now? It’s clear someone has to go.

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Every single night this week has been like. No don’t sleep, stay up and have crippling anxiety about the future!

[anancientheart]

How do you go through sadness?

I live with it but don’t make a home out of it. I make space for it in my bed, we eat dinner together sometimes. we walk at night but it falls asleep before I get home and I forget about it. it comes out in loneliness, it comes out in anger, it comes out in desire for attention; and I remember that something is just hurting and make space for it to hurt. I listen to the birds sing. I pay attention to flowers growing. I let it exist with happiness because sometimes they are together. I make a point to become kinder to myself.

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I hope you know I’ll always carry a part of you with me

[jayydaamariee-deactivated202208]

this summer i just wanna be present. i wanna spend more time in the moment. soaking it all in.