We fall, we stand, we cope, we heal,
We hope, we pray, we sing, we feel.
I don’t know if the strangest things happen when I’m with you or when you’re with me. I love it anyway.
People always say how strong I am.
They have no idea how fragile I feel on a regular basis.
It’s so fucking hard to be mistaken for wonder-woman all the time.
I lied when saying that this year I won’t need anyone.
I’m not sure where this is gonna go, but right now all I know is the skyline through the window, the stars above and the streets below.
And when the moment’s right, I’ll tell him everything. Maybe he’ll be the one that saves me from losing my mind.
He took my left hand once, looked at the lines in my palm, and said I’m going to have a short life.
Well, at least I’m going to die young and happy.
Does he know that place on your neck that is your favorite to be touched?
Does he lay awake holding you in his arms?
Does he know that every bite he gave you left a mark?
Is he laughing under the covers with you?
For every speck of tile there’s a thousand more you never thought about.
I love those nights that turn out unexpectedly great and sometimes amazing just because you didn’t really expect anything to happen at all. If only we could live like that — with no expectations in mind.
We’d be probably much happier, with more memorable moments that would last us a lifetime.