Bad Intentions

I hate thinking "okay let me show less love, let me not care so much" | hate that feeling. I should never have to feel that way. My purest form is caring hard and loving unconditionally

Find a soul that doesn’t lose appreciation once they are used to you.

I know this love is real because it began in mud. There were no bright, beautiful flowers to hide any thorns — there were no roses to tint our perception. Together, our roots slowly intertwined and we began to sprout in soil so tender, so compassionate and honest. We watered each other with understanding, we fed from the sun that was made of respect. We gave each other room to grow and my god I loved watching our petals form with color and life, into sweet florets sprouted from the fusion of our souls’ hues. This life, this love, this world — this existence with you, is even sweeter than the nectar of the flowers we grew.