O, My heARt

Hi,

Isn’t it unfair how the person who makes you so much happy also has the ability to hurt you the most? Love really is sick like that. It doesn’t ask for permission. It’s too stubborn. It just moves in, tears down your walls, and suddenly you’re saying the most poetic things, makes you dream, makes you smile in your sleep, and your heart skip. It makes you feel like you’ve known this person in every lifetime, even if you’ve only just met them. It’s beautiful and terrifying.

I swear, talking to you was like going through an ego death. My endorphins were leaking all over the place.

Here’s a playlist I made for you. It’s for you, but it’s also for me.

And maybe this is also where a story begins. I suddenly want to write a sci-fi romance. A timeline where we do end up together. Or maybe not.

Just a reminder that once, you made me feel.
And I’ll always be grateful for that.

Thinking of you kindly is my last act of sanity.

-Belle