#exerpts from a book ill never write

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There is a certain point when hi means I love you. I miss you. Say something. I don’t know what to say. We are broken and battle scarred. I don’t know what I’m doing in life. There is a certain point when hi means more than hello.

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #200

When we spoke the words flowed like water through a river bed. Made for and by itself, meandering a path to bring life to all it touches. The flowers bloomed from it. The animals drank from it. It made the most beautiful sound when it ran peacefully over the rocks smoothing their jagged edges over time. It inspired awe in its rage, for it could roar loud enough to deafen and stun. Speaking with him in anger could drown me like plunging beneath an ice cold waterfall. It was pummeling against rocks so sharp that they cut, so strong their edges could not be dulled by any manner of waters. With him the words flowed around the earth, and even when it slowed to just mere trickles at time I know that one day those drops will be oceans, lakes and streams.

I hope he sees it, the way that you give more of yourself away than you keep. I hope he hears the love in your voice as you speak of old heartbreak. I hope he doesn’t get jealous of the fact that everyone you’ve ever loved still has a place in your heart, even if you only love a memory or a whisper of a boy who destroyed you. I hope he sees how strong the stitches are that you made to put all of the pieces back together. I hope he realizes how brave you are that you haven’t let the heartbreaks of your past destroy the love of your future. I hope he recognizes all of the amazing things in your heart that all the other boys took for granted.

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #211

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