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You aren’t like other guys. I don’t mean that in the way that you care for me more than they ever could, or you think I’m beautiful with or without makeup, or you accept me for me, though all of that is true. I mean that as in you aren’t temporary like them. The first day I met you, you got under my skin and into my veins. You flowed with my blood in perfect symmetry, like you were always there, as if you were meant to be there. You never left after that first day. And even if you did, even if I never saw you again, you would always be there. Maybe not physically, maybe not how I’d want it to be, but you would always be in my veins. You will always be in my veins.

It’s a beautiful day. Don’t waste it crying over stupid people who wouldn’t cry over you. Feel the fresh air. Pick some flowers. Run around. Feel the breeze. Love nature. Love life.

I’m conscious of every ache In my hips and my back. I’m conscious of every breath. I try to take a deep breath As if I could breathe all the stress Out of my body. The stress has roots Wrapped around my stomach, But people still tell me That stress is a motivator, a friend When it comes in small doses, But it does not come in doses; It comes in seeds, And I must have the perfect nutrients.

I wanted you to kiss me as if my body resembled the entire blank canvas of the universe, and leave behind every planet, star and constellation with the patterns of your lips.

And if you come back with the whole ocean in your stomach and a hurricane in your mind, just remember my arms would always be your anchor.

Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.

He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love. He pulled her close and kissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he’d been lucky enough to find her.

Skinny is not a synonym for beautiful. You are perfect exactly as you are.