Erase

I keep trying to erase..

Traces

Why do we choose to keep some wounds open?

Think of you I still do.

How are you? I don’t know what will hurt you more, reaching out or leaving you alone? I suppose by not choosing, I’ve still made a choice.

Love that is pure is unconditional, it is unwavering, it is selfless.

I wonder if I’ll ever get a chance to tell you about all the times I wanted to find you and say “I miss you” – but didn’t.

I love hugs, and forehead kisses. I love the stars, and long conversations about dreams & wishes.

I have always met the world with my heart in my hands.

He asked me: Does your heart make a sound when it breaks?

Your soul is written in a language I know how to read. It’s as if, you’re familiar to me.