#softlonging

𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵.

𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵.

Some days, happiness arrives quietly.Not with fireworks.Not with promises.Just with a notification. It doesn’t even have to be immediate.Sometimes it’s after a week.Sometimes the next day.Sometimes just when I’ve convinced myself not to expect anything. And yet… there it is. I’ve learned something about longing lately.It doesn’t always scream.Sometimes it sits patiently in your…

Her touch makes me melt into a soft child

It breaks the hardened parts of me into something whole ,

something that can finally breathe

We were naked infront of eachother

she saw my scars, I saw hers

Silent shared stories we never had to explain

We had soft hushed conversations in the back of class

Our eyes spoke a language only we could understand

One day, she caressed my scars absentmindedly

like taking my pain as her own

Saying she loved each and every dark part of me

I feel a part of my soul in her, I miss a girl I've never met ,

maybe she's a dream,

maybe I'll meet her one day

and she'll have been waiting for me too