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he understood my soul was deep, but he was willing to drown

we’re not terribly convenient. matters of the heart rarely are though. falling into neat organized and convenient columns seems beyond unlikely. it’d be easy to care for someone for a reason, rather than despite one.

grief is the price of love. if i didn’t love hard, there’d be nothing to grieve. so that’s a currency i’ll gladly pay, for having loved you, as i have.

when you hurt so badly that even your soul needs to take a knee

laughter can be so therapeutic. it can heal wounds that are soul deep

and when i think of us, i think of the way the forest meets the sky

if gravity isn’t understood, how can what i feel for you be explained?

a message can be loud but not necessarily clear

he’s my every breath, yet when he’s near, i can barely breathe

he told me i was beautiful. i said you haven’t seen my soul. he said, yes i have, that’s all that i see.

good byes hurt the most, when the story isn’t finished

there’s quiet and there’s a raging storm, some don’t realize that the quiet can be worse than the storm

you either learn how shine when surrounded by darkness or you learn to love it

can you love me, with your eyes closed? can feel my soul, without touching my skin? can you hear my silence and decipher my heart?

all i need is a little bit of hope, i can take it from there

hope can be so infectious ….and dangerous