Clarevoyance

Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

Perhaps we should love ourselves so fiercely, that when others see us they know exactly how it should be done.

You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.

I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.

And one day she discovered that she was fierce and strong and full of fire and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fears

I wish I had a someone who would observe me silently, who would capture all my habits and quirks, and still love me. Someone that would get lost in how my fine features define my face, while smiling or crying, and still love me.

I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.

You always will be a mystery for me. I don’t know what, but there is something about you is so addicting and I can’t stay away.

I’m perfect in my imperfections, happy in my pain, strong in my weaknesses and beautiful in my own way because I’m me.

Always tell someone how you feel, because opportunities are lost in the blink of an eye, but regret can last a lifetime.