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“I think some people are just inexplicably bonded. Drawn by forces beyond their own comprehension, they have no choice but to gravitate toward one another. Destined by fate to keep crossing paths until they finally get it right.” - L.B. Simmons

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A LIST OF GREEN FLAGS
someone with smile lines / someone who won’t let me go to bed sad / someone knowing all the words to the songs in Aladdin / someone who makes me feel safe / someone who knows how i take my coffee / big squeezes / someone who is cool with having a cheese board as a meal / eye contact / someone who can bask in the joy of the small moments / tenderness / someone who gives me hope / who makes my heart soft / “text me when you get home safe” / someone who shows up for me / someone who makes me feel seen in an ocean of people
Be with someone who fills your cup not empty it.
That’s the only thing that matters, honey, for someone to see more in you than you thought there was to see.
-Arthur Japin

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To whom it may concern- start baking your own pie. find happiness for yourself, please. lift your own heavy boots to put into the front closet- don’t ask someone to do it for you. scrape that sour off of your tongue and buy yourself something sweet. build a life, build anything- just don’t take down everyone else’s beams waiting for your own ray of sunshine.
if soulmates dont exist then explain goats cheese and honey . thats what i thought
red hot- like my tongue pressed up against the back of your teeth. we sway to a rhythm we thought we long forgot- burned and branded on us both. red hot- like my chest- tightening when you walk in the room. Familiar inhales, shaken exhales. red hot- my finger tips zig-zagging down your spine. do you ever wonder how your lips would have tasted pushed against mine all these years?
i’d cross oceans-
just to take your hand.
Miami, FL

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the thing about pain is- it burns bright. you put out the fire- and the coals can still burn low and hot. it isn’t quiet like a church mouse- tip toeing between pews. it doesn’t hide its face in embarrassment at a joke at its own expense -pain isn’t shy. pain shows up at your work unannounced, asking for a moment of your time when it knows very well that your schedule is full. it demands for you to answer its calls and emails. pain never learned about boundaries, it doesn’t avoid your good days- it still knocks on your front door. pain is like that mildew smell stuck in your car after leaving the windows open during a storm- it takes some time to go away. One day you’ll open your front door and it will be gone but until then it lingers.
but the thing about pain is- it disappears. it will be a sunny day, you’ll be driving with your windows down and you’ll be singing your favorite song and pain won’t be on the tip of your tongue. pain doesn’t know how to stay, not anymore. not with you. you will be reading your favorite book and none of the words will sting. pain won’t be there anymore. every door you open will fill you up- not  tear you down. pain isn’t welcome. it doesn’t have a place in your emails, in your sunlight or on your mantle.
if i could tell my younger self anything it would be- that it is so important to be loved the way you want to be. that you shouldn’t feel guilty for needing and deserving that type of love. that it exists. that it will be found in the right person.
Happy bones / Happy tears / Happy limbs
a year can shatter you / a year can make you / a year can fill every wish you’ve ever had- keeping small joys in your pockets until they overflow with the smell of my neck / a year can be you- it can be you and me. for years and years and years. put it on repeat like your favorite song.
i found you when i was 3, i loved you when i was 13 and i knew i needed you for a lifetime when i was 32.

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Love is big. It is infinite and insane. Even when you think it lessens- it somehow expands. You couldn’t hold all of it in your hands, even if you tried. Love is as big as a mountain. It is always overflowing.
Love is small. It is on the dining room table, in the laundry basket, under the blanket, in hello and goodbye. It is in my morning coffee. It is on my collarbone. Love is in text-me-when-you-get-home.
Love is tender. Sometimes like the pink underbelly of a dog, and sometimes like the red hot ache in my heels after a long day of standing up.
To know love is also to fear the absence of it.