I’m sorry that I’m both your umbrella and the rain.
A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.And, this is how you keep her.
Everything you love is here
Last Night by Michael Faudet
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you.
"You’re afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live, what a way to exist"
“That’s all right,” she says, and I have to wonder how many times she’s said that to the people in her life who screwed her over somehow.
I long for your lips on mine,
Our hands to intertwine.
I long for our bodies pressed together,
You and me baby, forever.
The answer is yes, always yes. I cannot deny from you, anything you ask. I will not let you bear the agony of not knowing.
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