Dear Diary

And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.

I adore those leaf covered roads, gentle raindrops, the rising winds, the burnt colors, charming music plays with wondrous friends, adore the burnt colors, trees everywhere, I’d go on and on about this world and its many simple pleasures.

I would choose five more minutes with you, over a lifetime with anyone else.

Love her… Love her like a fish loves the sea or a bird loves the sky. Love her in the way that your heart feels like it’s going to burst at any moment every time it beats. Love her skin and the way it feels against your own, soft and warm and utterly flawless. Love her for the way her voice trembles when she can’t keep it together anymore and love her when she holds onto you as if you were the only thing that was keeping her alive. Love her, because some days she just can’t do it herself.

I know that feeling. You have to do something. You have to change something radically, because you can’t stay like you are for another second, or you’re going to explode.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.