Its cold inside

“I wonder if someone has ever thought of me so much at night that they couldn’t sleep.”

“I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies”

“I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet.”

“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out, and decide.”

And maybe that's the tragedy of people like me. We keep offering water to a world that left us thirsty. We keep building homes in our chest for people who never planned to stay. And somehow, after all of it, we still leave the porch light on.