There is magic. Even here. In office cubicles.
Maybe it’s because you’re one of those people that believes that sometimes, the most reckless thing you can do with your heart, is not being reckless with it.
And as we touch, I can never tell if you are touching me or I am touching you.
You are the distance between the way things are and the way I want them to be.
The world will carry on without you and me when we’re gone. Let it carry on without us, today.
We look at the people who tell the truth, who say real things in public, like they’re confused. Crazy. As if everything should be said safely or not at all and what you feel shouldn’t be taken seriously. Which is why it’s not polite to say “I’m going to kiss you now because I can’t do anything else.
The Bleach You are your hair and your eyes and your thoughts. You are what you look at and what you feel and what you do about it. The light from the sun is still a part of the sun. My thoughts of you are as real as any part of you.
All my dreams are beautiful. But none as beautiful as you. You are the reason I return here each morning.
You love the way air moves. And now I can no longer breathe.
When I look up at night, all the constellations look like you.
It felt like two people in love after years of being alone. And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.
The only reason I hate you now is because I loved you then.
And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask. Because you live. But very few, love.
Great, real, true love should feel like an inside joke that only you and them can laugh at. No matter what the world does to either of you.
It does not count if you believe in yourself when it’s easy to believe in yourself. It does not count if you believe the world can be a better place when the future looks bright. It does not count if you think you’re going to make it when the finish line is right in front of you. It counts when it’s hard to believe in yourself, when it looks like the world’s going to end and you’ve still got a long way to go. That’s when it counts. That’s when it matters the most.
If the thing you said you’d do becomes successful, continue to act and think like it is unsuccessful, otherwise you’ll spend your time worrying that it might become unsuccessful.
And I’m okay with drowning.
Dear You, You are holding in your hands what was promised to you years ago. I’m sorry it took so long. But life, as is so often the case, is life and we forget about the promises we’ve made. You, however, are harder to forget.
You are on day one of a sometimes remarkable, sometimes terrible, sometimes beautiful, strange and always completely unknown journey. Be ok with this. Worrying about what happens next will ruin the surprise.
Some things will be good, some things will be bad. Neither will last forever.