The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as yours. noun
I couldn’t damn you and I couldn’t stop the dam. The love I have for you was never stationed in shallow attraction. We did our entire relationship backward— challenges first working towards our honeymoon phase. We’re unorthodox, but we built roots able to grow through cement.
You wrapped your limbs through my steel bar fences, growing through what was meant to deter. Loving you was natural, even if you were an invasive species.
With my hand tracing the cold mirror, I realized I was never the only one with thoughts that wouldn’t shut up.
You had struggles I knew nothing about. Fought with thoughts I couldn’t fathom. It was so easy to assume you were the flawless Prince Charming carved in marble, sent by the gods who took pity on my locked away heart.
I was saving you, just as much as you saved me.
Backward wasn’t our intention, we both possessed minds that catastrophize at a hundred miles an hour. While our friends could ignore their thoughts and love wholeheartedly, our thoughts commanded our bodies. Every step we took toward each other healed us and broke us the same.
I was never a brave woman before you. Yet staring into my reflection I was ready to disregard every fear just for one more chance. I was surrounded by sirens going off, storm clouds accumulating, and thoughts screaming. For the first time ever, I didn’t fucking care one bit.
Exerpt from Things You Taught Me & Other Words On Love
To bury something deep; to hide. verb
I always wanted to tell you but it felt impossible and sticky. Somehow despite the years that have gone by, I always felt like I never earned the right to utter these words.
My deepest desire is that you continue to be a lighthouse. But I hope you know that you never have to lead anyone home. You have already carried the weight of the world for longer than necessarily, and my love you are not Atlas.
No one damned you to carry the weight of the world for eternity.
I can’t proclaim what the fates have planned.
But I pray that no matter what, you find someone who can carry their weight, so you never have to buckle under the pressure of anyone else's boulders. My Spaceman, your worth is not defined by how much you can carry or who you save.
Your worth was spoken over you before birth, carried to the moment we met, and whispered into my ear by Cupid himself.
I don’t want to say that I love you, I want you to love yourself as much as I do.
Dreamers don’t just dream.
We make magic with our words, store spells deep within our fingertips, and dance our way into our own oblivions. We’re two halves of the same coin, separated by a few hundred miles, yet somehow traced back to the same supernova.