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Write a letter to me

and tell me what you did today; who you saw, what you ate, the weather, that bird that startled you.

Write a letter to me

Sharing the dark thoughts that cross your mind; the ones that you fear if someone knew about they’d think of you differently.

Write a letter to me

Telling me your favorite parts of your wedding day; the part we’re you almost ran, when you took your first kiss, when uncle bill made his speech (you hoped he wouldn’t).

Write a letter to me

Even if it just one line or one word.

Write a letter to me

Describing in detail every part of your sweet baby boy; his height, weight, his first cry, when he opens his eyes, and when he first smiled at you.

Write a letter to me

So when we meet again it will be as though time hadn’t passed and I will be able to tell you how proud I am of all you have overcome and achieved. Our time may have been cut short, but I will forever be your number one supporter - even far away.

Treat others as you want to be treated. The golden rule we have been told for ages, and as we get older it always seems to get harder and harder to stick to.

You get hurt.

Become jaded.

Your scars become harder to hide. You start to withdraw from others. Holding your thoughts in, not to speak of the truth within.

Treating others how you want to be treated turns into questions on how you treat others. Working harder to be a better you; treating them with compassion and love. The two things you never give yourself. All to question why you hurt, you get hurt, and your worth.

Baby girl, pull your heart off your sleeve put it into witness protection and never let anyone find it. You will rise above without a heart for them to break.

Here is to the want.

Here is to the lust.

Here is to the “I know she will support me”

Here is to the she will understand

Here is to the why did she leave me?

Here is to the it was on her for leaving me.

Here is to the she will be heart broken over wanting you to be the best you could be.

Here is to her wanting nothing but the world for you.

Here to her learning that you were nothing.

Here is to her crying over you.

Here is to her knowing That you where only worth half those tears.

Here is her not being able to shed a tear for your sorry ass.

If only I could share with you what it is I see inside of you.

Then you could see the beauty that shines through the mask you put on every morning.

Searching, looking, and turning over every stone to find the words that express how my whole body is filled with a sense of peace and calm from being in your presence.

Allowing me to see through the gray storms to my center and push forward to my goals.

A life time of words, gestures, and unconditional love wouldn’t be enough.

You speak of love as if you created it and are the owner of it.

Yet have no clue how to handle the rawness of love.

The emotions that come flooding from all round love.

You want it your way.

Do you know what it is to be fully loved or to fully love another?

To be willing to give your all for them even if that is only sitting on the sidelines cheering them on.

To pause the argument as to not heighten it from the raw emotions and to communicate to an agreement.

You speak of love as if you own it, for owning it is the only way you know of love.

You will find your lover that holds the key to your hopeless romantic heart. They will be able to bring the side of you - you hide from everyone to protect yourself.

Eyes will never lie for they speak from our soul.

Your mind attempted to speak over what your eyes said to me.

But our souls have sang a tune that only the depths of the all the seas know of.

From every lonely soul that has lost their love to the hands of the sea.

Souls don’t forget when they sang such a tune.

Souls deserve to be held and cherished in the the hands of love.

Something you won’t ever be able to give my soul.