I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
I didn’t need you to fix me. I needed you to love me while I fix myself.
“Our talks are wonderful, interplays, not duels but swift illuminations of one another. I can make his tentative thoughts click. He enlarges mine. I fire him. He makes me flow. There is always movement between us. And he is grasping. He takes hold of me like a prey.” - Anain nin