And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
But on this shirt
I found your smell
And I just sat there for ages
Contemplating what to do with myself.
Sometimes I write indirect posts just hoping that you’ll see. Hoping that you’ll realise that it’s you. It’s always been you. I just wish I could know what your reaction would be if you knew.
Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice.
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
The mind is angry but the heart still cares.
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.
It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.