I have been sick with fever and chills for the past few days then I get a message that breaks my heart. You never really say much but when you do, you choose just the right phrase to crush my soul. My words are spilling like blood all over the place and if I admit that it affects me, it affects me, so I stay silent.
You know you really love someone when you’re relieved just knowing they are alive somewhere however far away they may be. And it doesn’t even matter if they talk to you or not, if they ignore you, reject you, doesn’t value you or push you away. When you’re okay that they’re happy even if their happiness does not include you – that’s the measure of true love.
So I visit you again, for the first time in a long time. These familiar pages call to me like old friends who know too well when I have stories to tell.
I didn’t think I’d see you again, but the stars have a way of aligning to make the past seem like a distant dream and the future a foggy unknown so that we can all concentrate on the present.
When the world is still, I think of you, of all that was and what used to be. In that moment, there is clarity, the suns shines brighter, and the wind touches my face like an old friend who knows how much tears I’ve stopped from falling
The world seemed too real then, every breathe pierced my lungs, every feeling hurt my chest, and only you could stop the pain, but even then the dream does not stay.