Poems, thoughts, confessions, and fragments of everything the heart could not keep to itself.
II’ll still choose you, even after you said, “Goodbye.” I’ll still choose you, even after I said, “I’m so hurt.” I’ll still choose you, even when my mind keeps telling me, “No.” Because somewhere beneath all the pain and everything we lost, I am still hoping you will come back and choose me, too.
Read piece →Is it okay if this love longs? I think it is— for as long as it is you. Because longing for you has never felt like wanting too much. It is in the quiet after something happens, when you are still the first person I wish I could tell. It is in your silence— how it leaves me with all these small thoughts and nowhere to place them but back in my heart. I do not need to turn this feeling into something you have to carry. I only need to be honest: if my heart has to keep reaching for someone, I am glad it is reaching for you.
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