The Lights We Don’t See
I find myself in the middle of a road I sometimes forget I’m walking on, and from where I stand I cannot see what awaits me ahead.
I find myself in the middle of a road I sometimes forget I’m walking on, and from where I stand I cannot see what awaits me ahead.
Hold her tight and safe in your arms whether you two are cosy in bed or stand outside a dodgy takeaway downtown, whether it’s an eventful Saturday night or a mundane Monday afternoon so she never has to doubt that you want her for everything she is, not just her body.
If you loved yourself, you would accept your past, your flaws and every wrong turn you take. You would give yourself the permission to be imperfect, to make mistakes, to get lost in a pair of ocean-blued eyes and live life to the fullest. If you loved yourself, you would forgive yourself.
Not all love stories need a happy ending and not all kinds of love need a wedding.