I surround the pillow with the blanket and imagine it’s flesh and skin. I press my tear soaked cheek against it and hold on tight. My arms wrapped around something warm. It’s enough to still my heart. Enough for one more night.
Do not delay in exposing your vulnerabilities. You may end up with fewer friends but the remaining ones will likely be true.
I bask in the gentle silence that allow us to be together and apart.
It is at times lonely and at others lovely to be an important Someone to some while being nobody’s One.
I have known the love of friendship more intimately than any other. And while I may be biased by my experiences I believe it to be the highest and purest form of love. For it is not determined or bound by duty, blood, biological instinct or legal contracts. It is a choice and, as such, allows us to keep our wings.
Speak to a loved one as if for the first time and you may discover that you are meeting them for the first time.
I wish to fall in love so that I may take a vacation from seeing.
Somewhere out there our shadows embrace and create light.
I wish to make words jealous by better acquainting myself with grunts, growls and yowls, but I am worried that I will fall in love and leave words for good.
I have learned the art of building a mosaic from the shards of my heart. Break it and I will make it more beautiful, still.