I love MY woman

“I don’t feel like myself when she isn’t around—it’s almost as if nothing matters if she isn’t there to witness it. I—I love her so much that it physically hurts me sometimes.” “I feel like an empty matchstick without her, I can’t burn if she’s not there to help light me.

“I’m just scared,” she admits in a heavy breath. I rub my thumb on her hand. “Things that scare you are usually the most important things to see through.”

“Tell me. Tell me everything. Tell me the most boring parts of your day that don't even interest you, tell me how you wake up in the morning and how you sleep at night. Tell me what scares you and what your deepest desires are. I want it all, all of your mind and all of your thoughts, give it all to me and only me…because I don't think I can breathe without it anymore.”

“I study too much!” She exclaims randomly. “I’ll remind you to take breaks.” “I suck at talking about things.” “We’re talking right now.” “I’m too cocky.” “It’s justified.” “I’m too sarcastic.” “It’s cute.” Her dimples surface. “You used to hate these things about me.” “Well, now I love them.” I shrug inching closer towards her. “I don’t want us to just be two bodies anymore, I want us to be two minds too, I want you to tell me.”

I walk closer to her. “You’re not worthy of me, Juliette.” Her eyes become downcast, but I continue. “I’m not worthy of you either because that’s not how life works. Forgiveness isn’t equivalent to being worthy.”

Crier had been designed. Crier was made. But in the moment Ayla first touched her, Crier had learned what it felt like to be born.

"It will be the tragedy of my life that I cannot love you enough to make you mine. That you cannot be loved enough to be anyone's."

This was a new station with music so lovely, so frightening, so foreign, I hadn’t even known to search for its signal.

"Some things have to fall apart because they don't belong together, but some things belong together so much they could never break."