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She is not ‘my girl.’
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?

i just want to steal the roses off your lips and place them to your ear so that you might stop and listen to your own blooming. you are divine. and purposeful. and real. so, angel, stop your worrying. keep your head up to those streaking, purple night-skies. somebody, somewhere was made for you. and when you wish upon the stars, know that it is most like that they are wishing upon them, too.

I want somebody to sleep with the rest of my life, and cuddle up during a movie, on a couch. Stay up all night talking about nothing. Get lost in the woods together. Challenge me, challenge him. Talk about dreams, make dreams. Have fights, the kind that only really matter just as long as you’re having them. Someone I can wrestle with, you know, play hard sometimes and not worry about breaking a nail or an arm. A guy who will bring me flowers, once in a while, maybe a rock too or a shell of some sort. Something he saw that made him think of me, made him think “this might make my girl smile” as he smiles to himself. A guy who wants me, maybe even needs me, just a little, enough to hold onto me with everything he’s got.

Maybe life is not all about finding that one great love. Maybe it’s about living in the moments while they last. Maybe it’s about the summer days you spend trying to make art and end up making a pretty mess. Maybe it’s about the monsoon days when you stretch your hands to feel the raindrops tickle your palms. It’s about the teeth chattering winter sensation you get from eating your favorite ice cream. Maybe, just maybe, life is about all those moments before you fall in love with someone. Maybe life is when you fall in love with yourself.

Some people are good at loving, others are good at being loved. Two very different things. And some people, perhaps the luckiest of all, are good at being loved and giving that same love in return.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.