The war is over or is it? Do I know you as a dirty innocent thing yet? A discarded soft child forgotten by your god? A picture frame made of wilted flowers?
What if our hearts could use this break to take the space left by a lover or friend and fill it with you, so that your heart could be more full of you?
I want this daring to slow down amidst chaos... to reach for one another to say, “Hello, I am here, I don’t have the answer, but I will stand with you.”
I know that one day I will meet someone who loves me truly. Someone who knows how to properly love. That’s the thing about young love: we’re too naive.