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Write your own MISSING ad. Write the last text your mother sent before she recognized something was wrong. Write the first comment on your social media page when the news breaks. Write your headline. Write the last thing you smell. Write your obituary. Write the message you send to your mother from beyond. Write the blackness and whiteness and everythingness of the nothing afterwards.

There is this indescribable excellence in the uncertainty of love. It’s the vulnerability is all! I live to feel the same fear, no, the exhilaration of saying the L-word without knowing that it will be returned to me. I live to see into hazel eyes and wonder, does he know that we are in love? If you do not play the game with me, I know that you do not understand what I mean when I say ‘You can never know someone like they know themselves, and to prove this I will give you everything I have. Know me. Try.’ I just… don’t know what I want. Not to say I pray for uncertain things, I only pray in uncertain terms.

Hey Dave are we allowed to reblog your posts? I know you use this as a diary too so I wanted to ask