You May Have Left, But Your Leaving Saved Me
And all it took was some water on that scorched earth to get my stems to rise again. All it took was my own nurturing touch to remind me who I was, who I’d always been.
And all it took was some water on that scorched earth to get my stems to rise again. All it took was my own nurturing touch to remind me who I was, who I’d always been.
Get out. Get out of my head. Get out of my dreams. Get out of all the places where I can feel you but can’t control whether you go or stay.
When you love someone, truly love someone, you want to keep your memories forever. Not just in a traditional scrapbook or a boring photo album—but forever, forever.
Your sense of self.
I want you to tell me everything you’re afraid to say. Every honest thought, every hidden confession, every line that you’ve bitten back because you were terrified I wouldn’t feel the same. Trust me, I do.
See, the real freedom is in trusting, is in throwing our caution to the wind, is in embracing what we cannot plan or know or even understand, is in allowing ourselves to be vulnerable.
Maybe I’m a dreamer, but when I fell into you, I knew.
We’re not lost, we’re just moving. We’re heading into a new direction, we’re rediscovering who we are in the wake of tragedy or change. We’re becoming. We’re growing. We’re moving along this crazy life path and one day it won’t feel like we’re stumbling around.
I want our love to blossom, to grow, to change, to calm, to spark, to shatter expectations.
I’ll say goodbye in silence, each tear running down my face like a promise of my love.