I have so much love in my heart. I want to love someone. Not in the way that I already do, because I do. I do love everyone, I love all of them with my whole heart. And I know I’m loved but I want to really love and be loved. I want to be the cliche. I want to exist in a quote from a love song. I want to get up on a Sunday morning and make coffee for the person I love and wake them up with a kiss on the cheek and hold their hand when they are scared and hold it more when they are happy. I have a whole heart full of love and I want to share that with someone. I want to love someone so much that they eventually believe that the sun shines only for them. I want their eyes to be my favourite colour and I want to see their smile every day for the rest of my life. I want a love like that in whatever form that comes in. I want to love myself so that I can love someone

We come into this world naked,

roaming around in nothing but our diapers

and then in underwear without concern for our bodies.

At a certain age, we are told this is no longer acceptable

and we should adopt the inherent shame that accompanies the systematic sexualisation of the human body.

Not to say that empowerment comes from the rejection of modesty,

it comes from the choice to decide.

If we were to sit, it would be in the sun.

Resting on the soft grass, eyes closed, nestled under the shade of the palms.

Feet from the scolding sand, we listen as the waves crash.

The breeze is salty but the air is sweet.

Blindly, I reach to find you.

Despite the heat, the soft curves of your hand find a home in mine.

All that we know is unwaivering peace.

She is an enigma.

A great work of art,

made to love and be loved.

The thing is,

shes volatile,

and dramatic,

and oh so passionate.

She's as grounded as a hot air balloon,

as stable as a rocking horse.

A creature like that can't be caught.

I stare as her chest rises and falls, nestled in the home that I have made for her.

Absolutely enamoured, and steadily terrified.

She'll be gone by the time the sun rises and I'll still be writing of her by the time the sun sets.

She is everything.

My day starts with you.

Dancing around my mind, I loved you without reason.

No sensibility to a love without hope.

You float by every thought of mine.

I question if there is any virtue behind my infatuation.

I love you so. I can't help it.

You are my nights.

The sparkle in the sky parallels that of your eyes.

Am I worthy of these thoughts?

My heart doesn't seem like a place elegant enough to harbour your grace but, as I know that your hand will never fit in mine, it is my only hope.

You are my every day.

Without thought, without reason, without worth.

Without hope, I love you the most.

I’ve written at least a dozen drafts of this very letter. Stumbling on the words. I just needed to know you’re really invested in what I’m saying. I couldn’t possibly say my goodbyes in person, especially to you. You wouldn’t listen.

Before I go, I need you to see my side of the story.

Meeting you was life changing because I’ve never known someone who harbours so much love in the deepest core of their heart. I know everyone that you love and I’m so happy for them, jealous of them, and in debt to them. You are the sun and the moon and every single god damn star in the sky. That’s how I see you. You asked me awhile ago and I couldn’t possibly answer while looking into your eyes. That’s my own fault, I’m far too afraid of vulnerability and you deserve someone who can reach your depths alongside you.

I love you.

It’s ok, you don’t have to love me.

I would never say it to hear it back, I just think you deserve to know.

Listen before I go. I love you the most.

Sincerely yours,

and yours forever.

I'm a bit afraid.

A bit afraid that I've fallen in love with an idea of the person I want. So close, so so far nonetheless. Is it love? Or is it the excitement of the chase?

When I look at you, I see light. Ridiculous, I know. You remind me so often.

You're above the rest, hopefully not just in my head.

I met someone online, under particularly peculiar and almost embarassing circumstances. It started with a simple line to break the ice and now I feel like I've met someone that I'm lucky to know. Of course, we've never met and maybe I don't really know her. But I want to. Right from the start I felt an indescrible energy. It was like speaking to someone that I was born to know. I believe sometimes the universe throws people into your life to teach you something. To teach you how to love, how to struggle, how to forgive, etc. This person that I've met seems to be filled with sunshine, more than I've ever known. I get the sense, that whatever lesson comes from talking to her is one that I'm going to hold onto forever. I thought maybe it would be love, but three is a crowd. Maybe I can be taught to love in other ways. Taught to love someone for every part of who they are, even their other half. Maybe I will learn heartbreak, or mistrust, or judgement. It's going to have to be something incredible though. She's incredible.

Only a few days have passed and I know the world is lucky to have her in it.

I know she makes people better.

She is a perfect stranger.

You meet people sometimes who have carried the world on their shoulders. They’ve befriended Lucifer and turned back around. Thinking they have recovered, they take your hand and beg to be loved. And you do. You always will.

But you are never responsible to fix someone when they show you there broken shards. All you can do is love them in hopes that you can go back in time and fill those cracks but you are never the sole facilitator of their recovery. A relationship that turns into a therapy session isn't healthy for either part.

This is not to say that you can't love people who are damaged. You must love them a little more. You can be their remedy. But you can't fix them.