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“Listen. I wish I could tell you it gets better. But, it doesn’t get better. You get better.”

I want so badly to be enough.

I fall in love so easily. Maybe that’s why I built the walls massive and secure  and the trenches so deep, maybe that is why I was hesitant to let you in. Because; The first time I met the ocean, he waved to me, then pulled me in- ankles first and heart second. The first time I met the moon- I mean the first time I really saw it  glistening in the sky  and kissing the stars- I fell for him too. The first time I met the mountain-tops  with their vast glorious peaks, they captivated me like nothing else, and I felt myself entertaining a new passion  for their immense beauty. I thought all that was enough- I didn’t think I needed more But then, I met you. and the first time I met you your deep ocean eyes wrapped me up like a high tide, your glistening smile created this instant demand for your lips, and when you did kiss me- they brought me to heights mountains couldn’t touch. The first time I met you; I saw myself falling again for the last time.