All Her life She had wanted to have someone that She could go to, to crawl into the center of and let all of Her secrets rest. She wanted someone that She could love and be loved by. She wanted to stay up late and have deep conversations with. She wanted to play all Her favorite songs with someone until they became their favorite songs.
She wanted to share life with someone, it was that simple. She knew it was coming, it was the waiting that seemed to take the most from Her, but it never kept Her down; She was too strong for that.
Well, it’s true that I have been hurt in my life. Quite a bit. But it’s also true that I have loved, and been loved and that carries a weight of its own. A greater weight, in my opinion. It’s like that pie chart we talked about earlier, in the end, I’ll look back on my life and see that the greatest piece of it was love. The problems, the divorces, the sadness… those will be there too, but just smaller slivers, tiny pieces.
I wanted you to know that I thought about you today, like the rippling of a lake after a rock has been thrown in; you seem to reverberate every inch of me. It’s so odd how something so small can affect something so big, and yet, here you are affecting me from so far away. I wish these tiny little waves never stopped, but one day they will and all will be smooth and calm again. It terrifies me to think about that day, to think of a world without thinking about you.
T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via pureblyss)