WELCOME TO MY WORLD.

Forever in love with the way you speak on the phone. Your voice is the purest form of poetry I have ever heard. I love the way you sound on Monday mornings, husky with a heavy burden of living. Almost too tired to speak, but telling me good morning anyways because you know I want to hear it. Or Tuesday afternoons, solemn and sweet with a tone of resignation. You’re already tired of the week, but you’re being forced to slug your way through. Even Wednesday evenings, when a drop of hope creeps into your voice as you whisper ‘getting over hump day, baby’ over the phone. Though on Thursday dusks, when the laziness of your voice echoes through the hollows of my stomach, hearing the way you stop trying to be so enticing, I’m only drawn to you more. And on those fateful Friday nights, when your voice jumps an octave, shaking with excitement for the weekend we have to ourselves. Your laughter is the fullest on Fridays, with a heartbeat that demands to be heard. And Saturdays, sacred Saturday midnights, when your voice turns into a sensual advertisement, selling me parts of you that I never knew existed. A tiger creeps into your tone, a purring, fiery, passionate tiger awaiting the moment to slyly whisper sweet nothings into my willing ears. But Sundays, sometimes you forget to call at all. I’ll never truly know why you don’t call. Sometimes you do call on Sundays though. You usually sound tired, unenthusiastic, as if all your energy was flushed into Saturday, and you have nothing left to give. It’s just small talk on Sunday. But your voice is always comforting. Forever in love with the many colors of your enchanting voice. It’s the most intimate piece of you I’ve uncovered, telling me stories that you can’t tell me with words. Your voice is a gem of your soul, dipped in poetry and painted with the purest parts of your heart. Forever in love.

When your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.

Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they become the worse type of person. Unfortunately, they end up hurting themselves in the long run. They don’t want to hurt other people. It is against their very nature. They want to make amends and undo the wrong they did. Their life is a wave of highs and lows. They live with guilt and constant pain over unresolved situations and misunderstandings. They are tortured souls that are not able to live with hatred or being hated. This type of person needs the most love anyone can give them because their soul has been constantly bruised by others. However, despite the tragedy of what they have to go through in life, they remain the most compassionate people worth knowing, and the ones that often become activists for the broken hearted, forgotten and the misunderstood. They are angels with broken wings that only fly when loved.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.