He kissed me, and I felt free for the first time in a long, long time.

Remind me what I have to stay for. Remind me why this life is so beautiful, when all I can feel is it’s blade to my throat.

I think I’ve forgotten how to feel certain things; Like how to feel warm when I’m in the sun and how to feel safe when I’m in the rain. I don’t feel a whole lot these days.

Love me softly, with open palms and a patient tongue.

And I heard the glass break.

When he held me, I knew I wasn’t the one he wished to be near. When he kissed me, I could almost feel him willing me into a past lover.

Success without someone to share it with feels a lot like nothing.

I miss love. Let me be clear: I don’t miss dating or kissing or any of the bonus parts of love. Those parts were fun, but what I really, painfully miss is holding someone’s hand and feeling them hold it back even tighter.

It’s wrong to want after a love that hurt me so deeply, that left scars. I know this, and yet all I can seem to remember when I think of him are the moments he made me smile.

When something matters to you, protect it. None of this “let it go, and if it was meant to be it will come back to you.” If you love something or someone, don’t let go. Don’t waste time.