i’ve kept all the emails I received every time you did anything at all on my facebook. I love them. They remind me of how often you’ve been there.
I love you. Sometimes when I am weak and weary, and I deteriorate into bits
You wake me and shake me and remind me how human I am. You’re the purging, you’re the release.
You’re the first escape I’ve ever found where I haven’t felt like I would be running from, but running to.
And I hope, more than anything that you can see that. That you can draw me out of my own fleshy pores, out of my rooted and isolated existence and make me aware of the breath in my lungs and the blood in my veins. You make me remember how fleeting they can be, and how lucky I am to be here, in this moment, with you.
This is the most meaningful thing I’ve written in ages. So much of me hopes you read it, and prays that you see how deep this goes for me. How replenishing realizing this has been. I’ve been holding my breath without knowing to for so long, I feel now a sudden and powerful exhale. If you are gone, a part of me will be gone forever too. And we can remember the scent of each other, even when the smell itself is fleeting.
Somewhere, one day, we will make each other warm, and the rest won’t matter.
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