The tension between letting go of unrealistic expectations and holding on to dreams. I don’t quite get it yet. It’s hard to fully look forward when I keep looking over my shoulder to see if you’ll one day follow after me.
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
I think the sweetest thing a boyfriend can do for his girlfriend is bring her closer to God