…I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Build someone up. Put their insecurities to sleep. Remind them they’re worthy. Tell them they’re magical. Be a light in a too often dim world.

Sleeping next to someone, not with someone, is perhaps the most intimate you will ever be with another human. In sleep, we are completely defenceless. We are soft and supple and childlike. Our hard exteriors falls away when the sand hits our eyes. The way you sleep, with your face softened and your arms wrapped around my waist, is the most beautiful thing

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.