I need to get this off my chest

Damn every last person who says that "you can do better than him".
You don't know the way that a person can make your heart beat faster and slower at the same time. You don't understand the stability that can be found in a single persons arms when it feels as though the whole world is crashing down on top of you. You couldn't fathom the depth of the words that we whispered under starlight and all of the secrets that have become unburdened from these shoulders that started to feel a little too heavy.
So you can take your betters, your someone elses and your hopeful promises because I've got all I need wrapped in his fathers' jumper and the smell of deep mint. I've got it in the crook of his neck and the warmth of his hands. Maybe I could do better, but so could he.
Aren't we all damaged? Aren't we all in need of fixing? Don't we all want someone who brushes out our bumps and convinces us that we are beautiful anyway? Because we are beautiful. Anyway.

One day

Reminder

"When someone is going through a storm, your silent presence is more powerful than a million, empty words."
-Thema Davis

Sometimes words fail to convey the capacity you wish you had to eliminate the pain weighing down someone else. There is nothing in this world that can measure up to the comfort in just being in the company of someone else; the heat of another human body letting you know that you are not alone in this. It's an important thing to remember, that even when you can't say anything at all, you should always be there.

I am not scared of your dark

It's always self-inflicted, the pain that you cause yourself when all of your demons and cobwebs get a little too close to the surface. When you think that maybe it would be easier if you just ruined everything so that you wouldn't have to live up to the expectations that are cast upon you each day by the people who might not know what cracks too look underneath.
So come at me with you broken words and throw down all the statements that you wish you could scream at people each day when this weight is a little too heavy. Tell me the secrets that you are too ashamed to give a voice too and paint me a canvas of all the ugly that you are too scared to show to the daylight.
I will take it all. I will always take all of it, because each of these pieces makes up a part of your whole.
I am not scared of your dark.

Do you remember like I do; does it even matter?

The feeling of you will never cease to amaze me. Despite all the bad things that found their way between us and finally managed to divide us, all I have to do is drive past Memorial Park and I remember the smile you wore when you waited for me five years ago. I remember the anger you wore when all of this fell apart and I remember all the tears that stained your face when we whispered all of those things into the darkness that we could never quite manage to say without the blanket of night covering us, as if it mightn't hurt quite so much if the sun couldn't sober us.  
I was with someone for two years after you, and I didn't even begin to feel an ounce of what I felt for you. And the single thing that scares me most in this world is that I may never feel the way I felt about you ever again.

I don't need nothing more than you...

We crossed the Virginia border and I swear, I would have crossed all other fifty state lines with you had you asked me to. Plenty of people have the ability to say the right things at the right time, but I've always been one to hold out for the action. You told me I shone brighter than other girls, but you made me feel like the heat of the sun that hung above us in the southern summer.
There is something so real about raw happiness which is exactly what you gave to me, day after day. You were so complimentary to my instability and erratic personality.  Never have I met anyone so steady and so sure of everything in this life. You are the only person who has made me want to stop running.
Let's sing Jack Johnson on repeat forever?
I got you.

When I knew I was a traveller.

When I knew I was a traveller. 

My favourite feeling is not going to bed blanketed in the warmth of the person next to me, nor is it an embrace at the end of the worst kind of day. 

My favourite feeling is finally getting a long night sleep after 26 hours of airports, taxis and flying and waking up in a box-sized room surrounded by the constant buzz of New York City. And even better than this, opening the curtains stained from all of the travellers that had come before you and seeing the fresh snow tumble down on the ever busy streets of New York. 

That moment, the pureness and serenity in the busiest city in the world, that's my favourite moment of all. That's when I am truly happy.