Sunday, October 1, 2017

Letter to you

I've never been that good at talking to myself, so I guess I'll just talk to you instead.
It's crazy because my own invincibility was not something I ever appreciated before I knew you. 
I was fine and I never had anyone that laughed in the face of all that fineness.
It wasn't until I realized that if I lost you I might die that I truly understood.
And now that I have and didn't, I guess I still don't really understand.
Just that life and love are the most beautiful forms of suffering
that I have ever been graced with.

Me





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