I just want someone to choose me and never stop choosing me

Before I am flesh, I am first my mother’s jewel, formed inside her womb more hurricane than love and more loved than broken. Diamond , she says, do not be diamond for people who don’t understand how much of you had to hurt before you could call yourself beautiful, before the mirror made sense for being a mirror, before all your scars were blood, first, and healing, second. This rain. This rain and thunder has so much of you before it became a part of the sky. What I am trying to say is, You are sky. What I am trying to say is, It’s okay  if your parts suddenly become parts of a decaying thunderstorm, darling, you cannot call the sky a sky without it. Before I am flesh, I am first my mother’s jewel, formed inside her womb more kind than angry, more forgiving than I’ve ever given myself credit for, and more loved than I ever was since the day I was born.

Maybe the moon is beautiful only because it is far. لربما القمر ليس جميلا إلا لأنه بعيد

Before you kiss someone for the first time, just wait. Take a second to look at them. They are so new, so unfamiliar. Right now you don’t know how they taste, how their hands will press against your skin, how they’ll breathe. You won’t see them like this again. Look at them wanting - the apprehension in their eyes. They don’t know either. In their mind you are uncharted territory. Isn’t that special? Keep it. That’s how you’ll never lose them. Every so often afterwards look at them through these eyes. Don’t lose that wonder. Don’t lose the spark.