Thursday, January 4, 2018

PERSONAL: I REMEMBER LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY THAT YOU.....


soulmate (n.)

A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet – a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong and complex, that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved anyone prior. Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness and happiness when you are around them. And when you are not around them, you are all that much more aware of the harshness of life, and how bonding with another person in this way is the most significant and satisfying thing you will experience in your lifetime. You are also all that much aware of the beauty in life, because you have been given a great gift and will always be thankful.


I remember it like it was yesterday, the way you told me you loved me in between our inside jokes and endless laughs. I remember how you laid with me until I fell asleep and told me how you’d never leave. Maybe you meant it, I know I did. I believed you right up until the day you stopped telling me you loved me and you told her she was beautiful. I guess you forgot how much I loved you or maybe you didn’t, maybe you didn’t love me at alL

Falling in love with you is like skipping rocks on a riverbank…except the rocks are stars and everything is so bright like my happiest memory where i bathe in lavender lemonade and lick honey off your gleaming fingertips as you watch me fly with my wings of rose petals.  however, my hands cannot withstand the resilient heat, it leaves craters on my heart and degrades my bones until the only thing left of them are the soft bristles of tissue that you use to paint your art yet our glowing youth has each star strapped around my hands with a silk rope that only a hummingbird in a hurricane can untie

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