Some days I won’t want to talk.
But please stay.
Kiss me.
Make my heart pound so loud it forces me to remember I’m alive.

One day you’ll kiss someone and know those are the lips you want to kiss for the rest of your life.
I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.
I was afraid to kiss you.
Now I can’t keep my lips off of you.
I was afraid to touch you.
Now I just want to hold you.
I was afraid of loving you.
Now I’m afraid of losing you.
I was afraid to let you in.
Now it’s a beautiful story that I don’t want to end.
Maybe one day we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds are less hectic - I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

My dear sweet girl,

When you are old but not too young and young but not too old, you will fall in love. With a person. Perhaps a boy, perhaps a girl, maybe even someone who may identify as both. Whoever it is, you will love them with all of your precious heart. You will have so much to give and you will give it all. You will give until there is nothing left, until you are practically empty. And the one you love might give their all to you to.

But darling, they might not. The one you love might not love as much as you will. It’s possible that they might love someone else, or that your love didn’t come to them at the right time. They might not be ready for love—ready for you. And my dear, they might leave.

What I want you to know is that it will hurt. It will hurt like none other when the one you love does not love you back. It will burn and it will sear when they leave—once they’ve branded and claimed your heart and it’s too late for you to get it back. You will miss them like you would a part of your own body. There will be a hole in your chest, and its pain will pierce you in the middle of the night.

There will be tears. Lots of them. You will not know what to do with yourself. You will clutch your stomach and sob, maybe even collapse on the ground. I did once. Your makeup will run, your eyes will be red, and your hands will shake. It will be hell.

Now, my angel, the reason I am telling you all of this is not to scare you. You should not be afraid of love. You should pursue it even, look for it and seize it when you have the chance. I only want to warn you about heartbreak and its side effects. When I was young, no one ever told me how much it would hurt and how I would feel the first time my heart was broken. It hit me like a hurricane.

I want you to be prepared for the storm, dearest. I want you to be able to withstand the rain when it comes. And when it comes, you will not be huddled inside an isolated room, cold and afraid and alone. You will have your own fire to keep you warm.


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I could use this tonight — well, every night — but more so tonight. 

aw i like being held like this, makes you feel so safe and loved
And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you.
I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon.
If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised,
Because every night I tell her about you.

here He spoke,
"My love for you is bigger than even this."
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