MY WAY BACK TO YOU.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it—to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.

Be with someone who makes sure you’re always good even when they’re mad at you.

There’s a space at the bottom of an exhale, a little hitch between taking in and letting out that’s a perfect zero you can go into. There’s a rest point between the heart muscle’s close and open – an instant of keenest living when you’re momentarily dead. You can rest there.

For me, being in love also means feeling terrified.

“I promise you, no one judges me more harshly than I do myself.”