ありがとう

I’m often difficult to love. I go through dark periods like the moon and I hide from myself. But I promise I will kiss your wounds when they’re hurting. Even if they’re in your soul, I can find them with the light in my fingertips. I will lead you to the river so you can remember how beautiful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. And when our dark periods match, we can breathe with the grass and look at the night sky. The stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles and we won’t feel lost.

I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.

I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.

And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.

The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.