i hope you grow wild. i hope you are untamable. i hope they’re scared of you in the way they’re scared of the dark open night. god, if anything, let them be scared of you, let their hands quake before touching you, let them tremble to behold you. do not allow irreverence. if no one else will pray at your alter, please, my love, worship yourself.

"How do you know when it’s over?" “Maybe when you feel in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.”

Consider me still in love Consider me still — with you.

You scare me because Every time we speak I feel like You would be fine With that being The last time we speak.

So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to. Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

I hope you know that I’m not just here for the way your bones feel against mine or the way you kiss me like this is the end of the world. I’m here to wake you when you start crying in your sleep and I’m here to clean up the blood when your breathing gets shallow. I’m here to hold you back when you try to jump and I’m here to hold your hand when I can’t stop you. and I love the way you say my name and the way you look when it’s cold out. I’m here for every bit of you. Even the messy bits. and that’s how it will always be. We fell in love two years ago when we were tired and it was raining hard on both of us but I would stand out in a storm forever if it meant I got to fall asleep next to you.

Please understand that I want you. You and your ten-second phone calls in silence. Our exhales ultimately becoming echoes inside our lungs. I wonder if mountains become jealous of this closeness from a distance only the clouds can measure. Some airplanes must have felt the vibrations of our voice boxes like match sticks rubbed on any surface, we feel each other’s fingers from places we will never belong to. I am here and you are becoming part of the ocean and I am always a shoreline. All I know is this is me saying “I love you” This is me waiting for you to just come home to me. Even if it takes the ocean to understand how badly I want you to be.

Bravery isn’t fleeing. It’s kissing the teeth of something you know could eat you in an instant.