Find someone who knows that all I love yous’ don't have to end with an I love you too..
Find someone who will keep telling you they love you forever.
Find someone who knows that when you are vulnerable , all you ever want to keep doing is telling them how much you love them and that ,THAT alone gives so much power.
Find someone to whom you can hand your heart out to ,
Someone who will hold your heart, listen to you say “I love you” and say it back along with you,
Find someone whose plain “I love you’s” will heal your heart, layer by layer ,
Will give you all the strength you need.
Find someone who knows that's exactly what you need ,
Someone who knows what it's like to be bare,
Someone who wants to cover you and hold you even though their arms maybe raw and cut up by the harsh world.
Find someone who talks to you every time you are out of your mind and rambling shit crazy things ,
Find someone who will hold you through the storms and not let go,
Find someone who won't tell you even a word about their own battles,
Find someone who you don't talk to everyday,
But you can can always go back to them and they will heal you with as well as they did before.
Because they are home.
Always have been.
Find them ,
And NEVER LET THEM GO.
Find them ,
And BE ETERNALLY EVER SO GRATEFUL FOR THEM.
Find them ,
And take good care of them.
Find them ,
And remind them you love them ,beyond this world. ( They probably need it more than you know )
Find them ,
And hold them, make them home,
Tell them they are beautiful, tell them they are magic, tell them their powers.
Find them and love them out of their lives.
And I am eternally ever so thankful, I wish I could do you even a little part of the huge good that you do me.
I would never be able to repay you.
And also, let me in, I want to hold you too.
I love you, I really do.
If someone asks me about my last year , this is what comes to my mind.
Most of the year was a blur that passed past my eyes.
Bitter sweet. You know that taste that lingers in your mouth after you smell or eat anything super sweet. It leaves that taste in my mouth, that turns coppery and bloody within seconds.
It's around the time between January to March that quirks up when last year is mentioned.
Zero body cycle, unnatural sleeping patterns and ungodly waking up hours. Food intake almost had gone down to zero. College was the same dreadful cycle repeated.
Hail a cab, half hearted tell them where to go, half pay attention half try to listen to music that made its way through the hollows of my ears. Half just wish to meet with an accident and die half way. Just end the eternal pain.
Walking down the road with warm sunshine that couldn't heat my shivering bones and looking at the yellow leaves on the black tarred road. Usually I love to crunch past those crispy yellow leaves , but then it just seemed too much of a drudge.
Texting my best friend all the way till the college gate , the only bare escape until the painful process of trying not to throw up an empty stomach started. Suffocating , seated in one room for the next eight hours until time ticked in slow motion.
Full sleeve jackets to cover all the cuts and scars my hands bore. Shoulders then too. Identical gashes on opposite ends. The hope of getting them tattooed once all of this ended was the little hope driving me. Scars that had faded began to dig their way out of my skin, burning like brands , just like my lungs burned with the unwanted oxygen.
A peculiar smell, that of my deo ( that I now hate ) used to linger about. Sometimes on fresh clothes, sometimes on blood soaked ones, sometimes even diffusing with the smell of my sweaty unwashed body. That bitter bitter bitter smell , poisoning my breath had become dear. Because it hurt me , because I beared it even though it was unbearable.
There were warm days too.
But they were like the bright morn on which caskets were lowered into graves. They were warm like everlasting sleep.
Willow was happily married with two adorable children but her life took an unexpected turn. Leaving her utterly devastated.
In her time of need she turned to the one person who had always been there for her, the one person who had never let her down, her beloved, Nan.
Packing up her life to move in with her seemed a great idea.
A chance for her and the children to heal, to start afresh.
What Willow wasn't expecting was to be attracted the new neighbour who had moved in across the road.
Jesse was determined to show Willow that all wasn't lost, instead wanting to show her that she had everything to gain.
Jesse wanted Willow to take a chance on him but was she ready to put her heart on the line?
Was she willing to put her love, trust and faith into a man who had the power to ruin her beyond repair?
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