You Handed Me Your Heart On A Page Of Notebook Paper
I heard from you. For the first time in ages.
And when I did, I stopped everything.
I heard from you. For the first time in ages.
And when I did, I stopped everything.
Growing up is in so many ways like running in circles. As soon as you master one thing, there’s something else that needs your attention and as much as you feel like you’re getting somewhere, sometimes you just feel lost.
Each page of this journal speaks truths that ache as I reread them. Truths that take my breath away with their honesty and clarity, with their perfect descriptions of what it means to be in love.
Change leads you to places, to people, to opportunities, to a life you never pictured. It shows you ways that your life can be different from the one you had before; it shows you what kind of person you are, one that is even stronger than you thought.
On Tuesday mornings, I imagine us, curled between blankets, close enough that both our noses and toes could touch.
I love the simple things about this world. The itty bitty parts that make you, you. That make loving you so beautiful. That make this big, complex world so simple.
I’m not scared of falling, in any sense of the word. Falling for a man, falling face down on the earth, or undergoing a completely crazy event and falling away from the person I used to be.
I don’t have all the answers, and this is okay. Sometimes the best parts of life are the ones you don’t plan.
There’s something about thousands of bodies listening to the same song, their hearts and minds and souls spinning in sync.
Having good guy friends means you get VIP access into the inner workings of the male brain.