A Letter To My Soulmate, A Letter To Myself
You cannot be defined by this time, or any time, I need you to know this.
You cannot be defined by this time, or any time, I need you to know this.
Love is the foundation, the connection and the common denominator that frees us, allows us to think about what brings us together naturally rather than what keeps us uncomfortably stuck.
Being sensitive is not being weak. It is the part of being human that allows you to be in tune to your soul, gives you permission to follow your instinct and have faith in yourself even when the odds are stacked against you.
It’s been a good day, I learned a lot and my head is full of information and I’m trying to process…
I hate when you can’t look at me, it’s more unnerving. Just look at me for once.
Going through heartache has kept my mind racing in one direction, forcing all of my body and soul to nurse that one very bloody and stubborn wound that refuses to boil down.
I give in to you.
That is me getting up.
And now, months after my crash, scribbles and open broken pieces of memories still laying around, I am able to feel a little bit less for you everyday. Finally.
The day goes by in a blur sometimes.