i’ve finally figured out what makes my life meaningful. it’s the color of leaves right before they fall, the quiet bliss after a friend leaves, the cool rain falling on my skin as i dance, the warmth of the sun wrapping around my body, and the feeling when a plane just takes off and you feel weightless. these are the things that i live for between grief and love and acceptance.
if i watch you build a life with another woman, i will blind myself.
my brothers are not my blood, but they are mine. we have been through tragedy and triumph together. they have been my shoulder to cry on, and i have wiped away many of their tears myself. my soul will always be tied with theirs.
i’ve sworn for years we’re connected. because every time you come i can sense it. see it in the dark, hear it a million miles away. not only love swirls between us; raw want drags us back together over and over again.
believe it or not, i am still very much in love with you.
i will die trying to prove my critics wrong.
the bed groans under you weight as you slip in bed. warning me that it’s not just me, but that you smell like another woman.
i’d never been in a room so tense. then everyone came back broken.
i wonder if you know that i could talk to you for hours about the most meaningless things, and it would still be the experience of a lifetime.
hey wouldn’t it be cool if we were codependent on each other and you needed me just as much as i need you.