Yearning

“It’s okay to love something a little too much, as long as it’s real to you.”

But oh how my skin burns with the need to be wrapped up safe in your arms, how my heart strains against the ribs of its prison, aching to merge with your own.

I would take feeling everything ten times more than feeling absolutely nothing at all any day. When I feel everything I feel as though I want no one but you. But when I am numb I feel as though I want everyone other than you. And there is nothing more terrifying than that.

I've never had a place to call home. I wasn't sure I'd even recognise what home felt like, until I met you.

Thoughts of you torment me, clawing at my flesh and ripping their way through my chest. They come with both agony and bliss, and I ache for the sweet burn they provide.

To walk around with a heart bowing under the weight of pining for another heart on the opposite end of the world makes me want to peel back the skin from my bones in anguish yet I would gladly spend my days with lonesome eyes and drooping shoulders instead of facing a wall of numbness that separates me from you.

Something that scares me is that we might forget eachothers voices if we don't stay in touch. Sunday afternoon calls, that were once a custom of friendship became a necessity with the distance. Because i would never want to forget your laugh, or the tone when you have something to spill and especially not the way you say my name.

“No matter what happens, no matter how far you seem to be away from where you want to be, never stop believing that you will somehow make it. Have an unrelenting belief that things will work out, that the long road has a purpose, that the things that you desire may not happen today, but they will happen. Continue to persist and persevere.”