Cheyanne.
Not looking to change anyone's life anytime soon.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I love you
so much.
Sometimes I don’t think you have any idea how much I love you. The month we were apart I have never felt so empty. I couldn’t sleep in my own room because it wasn’t my room anymore it was a prison cell for me. It was limbo. I was trapped, I was confined to the cold, small, dark room that didn’t hold anything besides the vast emptiness of my soul. I was not me anymore, because in the passing months “me” was really “you” and I was without you and I was not “me” anymore. I had become vacant. I love you, so much. More than I should love you but I do, I do, I do, and I will never deny it. I will never deny you, I will never turn you away. You are essential to my life, to my entire being.
I cannot live a beautiful life without you. Your love is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
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A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.
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Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
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must quote this in my journal!
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