When I have trouble sleeping, It’s comforting to know that there are grown women out there who feel as small as little girls; who feel how I’m feeling. In moments like these, I long for my mother’s arms. The other night I thought of you. I stayed up wishing I had the strength to push my fears aside and put my mind to rest, if only for a few hours. But those fears, they’re big and tall and mean and… they make me feel so small, momma I should not be losing a wink of sleep over

Look for the sad-eyed girl with a wide smile. When you see her, let her know. Tell her the truth, Or the version she would like to hear… Tell her that he kept her waiting Because he’d been wrapping a special gift for her. Even though he showed up empty handed, tell her he tried his best:  he fought long and hard but the thieves took it away. Let her know that the short time he spent sitting by her meant the world to him. He got distracted by his IG timeline, three phone calls

Watching the waves remind me of you. They don’t remind me of you because of how beautiful the horizon looks, or how pleasant the shoreline feels. They remind me of you because of what they do. Two Steps forward, One step back… Its like they are playing an endless game, tossing themselves as the wind pleases. They can pull anything along with them. Or anyone. They pulled me in, and I fooled myself, hoping that you’ll rescue me. Instead, you dance with yourself on the shoreline