Dreamy.

“People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.”

“This is September, Mother, and here is sorrow bringing me its wrapped gifts”

I'm over you, yet

“She would still love you, even if you left her. She knows your story doesn’t end, even if you do. She knows love lives on in memories, in moments, and in who She becomes.”

“Her heart has felt so far away from mine. I’ve lingered in distance, waiting for her to draw the line- I have only ever wanted to feel I was enough for her. Though, I am coming to terms that I am. I am enough for me- And that I have never had to wait for.”

“That’s the problem with putting others first; You’ve taught them you come second.”