Calm Dear Heart, Calm.

For now, it's the sort of winter that freezes the tip of your nose but does nothing to your bones.

For now, I am content.

Just because an animal has scales doesn't mean you get to trample on it.

I'm now realising that maybe I will never find a me for me. But maybe that was never the point. Maybe I was supposed to be that me for myself. All along, I had me. All along, I was too busy searching for myself, outside of myself. Maybe this time I'll be the me for me. Maybe this time, I'll be loved the way I wish to be loved.

that's it, i want a me for me.

at this point, ill take her for the still healing soul she is. but oh to have her, i want to experience just that.

Dearest, your life is yours. Let that sink in. The people in your life are people in your life. You are whole on your own. You do not need anyone to make you whole. Your happiness should come from you. You're allowed to make connections and cherish people, but dearest, come from a place of wholeness, not dependency.

that's it, i want a me for me.

at this point, ill take her for the still healing soul she is. but oh to have her, i want to experience just that.

Thoughtful and gentle and sweet. Wild and reckless and loud. Emotions and words and actions.

Time is unraveling and it's terrifying.

Let the medium take its own chance.

btw, it's called the soldierhood of love.

Forgive, because you deserve peace.