i am not a silent lover, i will mutter your name in my sleep, sneak you into every conversation, & fill your absence with my words. all of my friends will know your name and your favourite songs; my love is not one to be concealed
the one thing i had never admitted to anyone was how desperately i wanted to be loved, i didn’t think i could say it, how i wanted someone to look at me and say i was all they ever wanted, kiss my palms and smile at me, and to feel wanted
because feeling safe around someone's energy is a different type of intimacy, that feeling of peace and protection and not having to think before saying everything is really underrated
when you meet someone who makes you feel warm and happy like how the sun shines on your face in the morning, keep them. keep them because, my god they are so rare now
yes, i don’t love myself. i don’t think i ever learned how to, but that doesn’t mean i am this empty of a person with apathy flowing through their veins, no.
i am so full of love and it hurts from bursting at the seams with how much love i can hold