Cause I ache for you,
body and soul, a longing so profoundit steals the very breath from my lungs.
I draw you into my heart,
whispering prayers for the strength
to endure this day,
for I love you,
no matter if it is right or wrong.
I’ve often been accused of being
excessively romantic in my friendships,
and perhaps they are right—I craft love letters
for those who hold a piece of my heart,
always ready with open arms and warm embraces.
I am clingy, unabashedly vocal in my affections,
yearning to absorb every drop of their stories,
eager to know them deeply.
I carry ice cream and sweet delights,
prepared for their stormy days,
and I love in intricate details—but, dear ones,
I have also harbored icy facades,
my heart echoing with warnings of impending disaster,
my narrative strewn with the remnants
of hollow connections and charred bridges.
It’s too late to seek permission,
but I flourish in the warmth of their laughter,
overflowing with gratitude and elation.
So let me remain this besotted fool,
who dines on dreams and dances in daydreams,
acting as though she’s in love,
for they are the treasures of my heart,
and in this chaotic beauty,
there is nothing less—only the richness
of loving fiercely, unapologetically.
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