She was herself. She felt loving was not for her. Yet she gave herself away for that something she thought was never meant for her. She nurtured the love for nine beautiful months. She was the most glowing and affectionate mother to her radiant son. Loving hurts the most; but the face of her son shone like the brightest star of the darkest nights in her life. Till she became herself again.
There is a huge amount of feelings that follow me wherever i go, you push them down y'know? you try really hard to keep everything squashed together that it all becomes too tightly packed, like a suitcase before that dream holiday.
I'm carrying around a really heavy suitcase i think, i'm trundling on through the airport and its like those days where everything goes wrong and you just get really impatient. My passport is at the bottom of my bag so i have to take everything out to try and get it and then once i get it out i realise that my headphones are also somewhere in the bottom of my bag, this cycle continues.
You get to security and your shoes have to come off along with your belt and any electronics you have so you comply because you're not insane and you go through and they have to check your bag for some reason, then you panic because you remember that you left a joint in there last week and there might be some residue. It was fine, luckily.
You then realise that even though you followed through with all the procedures that you're still carrying your suitcase. nobody took it off and you never had to check it in, you dont know why you forgot.
Its your suitcase, its with you, you cant sit down on the plane because your suitcase is in your seat, your standing, people are falling over.
You cant do anything because of your suitcase.
Once upon a time, you said something poetic and sad. You leaned close in a diner booth and told me, "one day when you know me better, maybe you'll wish you didn't know me so well." But we've talked everyday since then. I know more about you now that I think most people around you get to. And I find it hard to imagine going from where we stand today, to any point that would make you unloveable. I wonder now why you said it at all, if there's some big secret left to be revealed. It there's some telenovela twist waiting down the line. I also wonder if you said it to see if I'd dare to try.
You’re the one I want to be with. The one who dances at gas stations at one in the morning. The one who stands in driveways with me, a little too drunk, and only lets me take one drag off his cigarette because they’re not good for me. The one who gives me food when I pick him up. The one who sits on swings on the bluffs and tells me how his life really is. The one that tells me how he feels even though it’s fucking hard. The one who sits on my kitchen floor playing guitar. The one who talks to dogs and gets embarrassed when he remembers I'm listening. The one that reads books with me. The one that calls me to talk about what I ate for dinner. The one that sits with me in diner booths and takes pictures of me blushing. The one who loves my best friends as much as I do, even though he also understands their flaws. The one that tells me he’s proud of me for doing what I’m doing because it’s fucking hard. The one that tells me about his heroes and helps me learn why they’re important. The one who tells me about his dreams like they’re on the horizon and he expects me to be there. The one who texts me every day even when I’ve moved to a different city. The one who tells me his secrets, even though I know talking about how he feels is his biggest challenge. The one who listens to me when I'm confused and sad and makes me laugh instead. The one who will keep doing little, beautiful things so this list will never end…