Small steps for small love. I’m not one to tip-toe past the chance for fireworks.
Potential and the flicker of light I once knew behind your dead eyes.
“Sit. No. On the floor.” You fed me cake til I cried. Then things got sweeter.
My thoughts are oddly present. I just don’t like you. You’re great, I’m just not about it. Much like X. But I still think he was about it. I think we could’ve made it. In the end, I think we would’ve been great.
I desire to accept that healing takes time. The remedy is patience. The result is transformation.
I desire to listen more, talk less, and when I do, aim for discussion, understanding, and resolution.
I desire to begin each day with intention and end each one with gratitude.
1. I desire to forget all the ways you broke my heart and take only the good things you brought to it: creativity, intelligence, beauty, femininity, laughter, courage, confidence, curiosity.