every choice i have ever made after you existedhas been dependent on exactlyhow close i can have you next to meand how long i can get you to stay.

i want so much to touch youwhere my hands cannot.

you came in slowly like the fog and consumed me.

you are not the storythey keep telling about youover and over again.you are not even the storyyou keep telling yourself.there are no linesthat can hold you.there are not enough wordsfor all the more that you are.

you're going to love your way out of this.out of the hurt.out of the pain.you're going to love your way out of it and be free.

everything i know about loveis that it hurtsand is almost always never returnedthe way you want it to.but i have hopebecause i do not know everything.

love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.

stay curious and stay the brave, strong, unrelenting soldier of love that you are.

i am a woman and i am alone,and i cannot tell which one of the twoi love being more.