Dani

“in my dreams, we’re always together and there are no odds stacked against us there are no wars, no fights and tragedy doesn’t stand between us there is only you, knuckles on my cheeks there is only me, palms to your neck just us and we are at peace and that is all that needs to be said.”

Love is many things but it is also an agreement where both parties state their needs, their expectations, their limits. Both must be honest with each other and themselves, and go in with eyes wide open. Things must be talked out loud, and not assumed. Hurts must not be allowed to fester and anything that bothers or upsets you must be brought out to the light even if it is difficult. Communication must always remain open and vibrant for change is inevitable and these conversations must be had constantly. If there comes a time you cannot come to an understanding then please part before bitterness and hurt take over and obliterate every good memory from both of your hearts. Love is an agreement, a pact, a promise, something that must be held in reverence and honored by those involved. 

She had always been aware of what she was. She had never desired to be something other than that. There was no delusion in her for she knew her strengths as well as her faults. She had no ambition, or use for whatever lied outside of the walls of her soul, and yet tonight she envied her, envied her so much she felt the violent green bile of it fill her veins, rush forth in her blood, and constrict her throat until it was hard to breathe. It angered her too. Yes, it lit up the bonfire of her wrath that she could want to be someone, something other than herself. She was well aware of her worth, of her imperfections, and yet also of the uniqueness that inherently came with it, and yet here she was, wishing she was that vile creature all because of him, because of how he felt for her, something she would never comprehend, but would always desire, something beyond her grasp that always lied in the realm of the madness of desire.