Frühling

i wish i never met you but it’s a little too late

is it possible to miss a person even when you’re listening to the sound of the person breathing peacefully while sleeping? treasuring this moment the best possible way that i could

i fucking miss you

i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired i’m tired

i pray that wherever you are, you’re okay and that you’re always at peace. even if you’re not okay, i pray that you will be okay again. i pray that you will always be protected and that you will be safe. i sincerely do.

not entirely sure of what i’m waiting for but i am-

and the purest form of love is the one that you prayed so hard for to god. the one that you cant simply describe but you just know. the one mentioned in every single prayer no matter how anxious it was for you to utter, you just do it seamlessly on the prayer mat. a love that you prayed for and to, without expecting anything in return. sincerely and compassionately. it is a love that you talk to no one about. the special kind, the one you have always been praying for. a love which will make sense and not make sense because love is love. as much as you are praying for one, someone else is praying the same. and god willing you will meet the person you’ve been praying hard for. beautifully, immensely, intricately, carelessly, freely, joyfully. have beautiful patience for the graciousness that patience has to offer will compensate everything.

are my feelings significant?