I Was Building You A Castle

There are worlds in you, and I have fallen in love with every one.

I could describe our love in a thousand different ways. I could describe it as the guilty kisses that trace our bodies, lips to inner thigh, or the feel of your mouth against my neck. I could describe it as the light in your brown eyes or as the curve of your smile. I could describe it as the warmth of our bodies pressed together in a tangle of sheets, or as the water that beads on your skin in the shower. I could describe it as the smell of your cologne soaked into my clothes or the swelling of my bottom lip after the night we met. I could describe it as the way you bite your bottom lip when you concentrate, or the strength in your arms as you hold me against your body. I could describe it as the sound of your laugh or as the comfort of your voice. But the description that fits the most is “us”, the way we fit together, the feeling i want every day for the rest of my life. You are the person i want to wake up to in the morning and fall asleep next to at night, you are the laughter i want to come home to and the comfort i want to fall into, and you are everything i ever dreamt and more.

I wonder who’s arms would I run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved

Muscle is created by repeatedly lifting things that have been designed to weigh us down. So when your shoulders feel heavy, stand up straight and lift your chin – call it exercise. When the world crumbles around you, you have to look at the wreckage and then build a new one out of all the pieces that are still here. Remember, you are still here. The human heart beats approximately four thousand times per hour. Each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words ‘You are still alive.’ You are still alive. Act like it.

Love me like you’re drunk and lonely at 5 a.m. with no one else to text.

Listen. A healthy relationship isn’t living vicariously through one another. True love isn’t someone being there at your side every moment of every day, but being free, and encouraged, to pursue your own passions, and then sharing in the spoils of your triumphs together.

I’m tired of trying to fill up my empty spaces with things I don’t need and people I don’t like.

I’m not looking for somebody who will whisper sweet nothings into my ear to feed the ravenous ego of my heart. But someone who can look me straight in the eye and say, I love you, whether you fail or fall, just as you are.

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.