Avec toi ça dure.

 

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I believe in soulmates.

Not in the traditional sense, not one person matching up with one out of this ever growing mass of people. No there are multiple soulmates for a person, I hold this near and dear to my heart, it’s a comfort really.

We change and grow all the time, there are different paths we can take, with each path there is an infinite amount of possibilities. Thus leading us to different people. Different soulmates for different periods in our lives. Who you are now will not be who you are 5 years down the line.

What you like or don’t like is always subject to change. Who’s to say the number of people you can ideally match with can’t change either?

I’ve met my soulmate for this time. This period right now in my life, and he is so beautiful. It’s different with him, I’m serious. I’ve said it before but I feel this time in my body, my soul—not just my mind.

We’re so alike it’s like I’m talking to myself sometimes, everything he is in itself is enchanting. He speaks to me and I hear it, I don’t just listen. I am not afraid of loving him, it feels right—natural—like I’m meant to be in his life. Just as he is in mine, flipping the world upside down with just a glance.

Who I was at the beginning of this month pales in comparison to now. I was so sad, wanting so badly to close my eyes and not ever open them again. Now the fire I had on my fingertips is igniting once more and I’m back to who I was in the summer, maybe even stronger actually.

I feel Fate’s  warm love seeping over me for the first time and I am so so grateful. How on earth did such a blessing stumble upon me?

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Levis Cordis

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To you I say,

You are my equal parts in the form of never ending sunshine. You provide me with a warm glow that I can’t quite pin down and yet it seems it’s never the right time for us. It’s like everyone knows we should end up together—hell even we know—but some force keeps us from admitting anything directly. So we speak in code, a code I can barely decipher and sometimes feel like I’m making up half the time. But you are everything I’m supposed to have; not perfect, but completely the fixation of my adoration. Is third time the charm? Or is it just simply three strikes and you’re out?

To him I say,

I want you so much right now. Asking you for help that night didn’t feel like a mistake but now I know I’ve done some damage to all the work I put forth before; the addictive symptoms have returned and all I want is to hear you say my name. Just once, to hear your voice might stop the incessant pang I feel meeting your gaze across the hall. I ache for you, I find myself wondering what would happen if I proposed something casual—just something to cease this longing and gnawing within my mind.

I am too beautiful of a soul to focus on such trivial nonsense but here I am finding myself backed into a corner. You are what is right for me I believe, to see where we could go gives me anticipation beyond my wildest dreams.

But he, he leaves me with burning desire. I need him to extinguish the spark somehow; staying away from me doesn’t help, it only makes me wish for him more. He can’t hurt me anymore. I know this, he’s done all he can do to break me but I am still breathing; but for him to disregard the fact that I am strong—that I am alive—may send me 6 feet under once again.

Oh my fickle heart, I despise you.

 

you are my happiness

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I need to write because my mind is restless and going a million miles an hour and yet nowhere at once.

A detour. That’s what he said I’m taking; he’s taking one road and I’m taking a detour but someday we might be on the same road again.

Oh Heavenly Father above, I might love him. And this hurts so damn much.

But he’s going to get better, and I’m going to be right here–being whatever he needs me to be while he puts himself first for the first time in his life. In a way I am incredibly proud of myself for acknowledging this, for knowing that I can’t be selfish and stay with him. I can’t ask him to try and put effort into this when he can barely put effort into himself.

He thinks he’s failed me, he couldn’t be more wrong. I wasn’t lying when I said he made me happy–hell he still makes me happy. I don’t think that feeling will ever go away. I’m going to try and be his friend, I have to try or else I might drown in this feeling of regret.

God dammit I regret this so freaking much. I didn’t want to do it, I still don’t know why I did it when I obviously want to be with him.

No, no it was for the best. I have to believe that or I just might break. I have to hope/pray/wish whatever the fuck I can do to believe that he’s going to be OK. That someday we will try this again and it will be even more beautiful and profound than it had been in the past.

What is it that they say? If you love something set it free, if it comes back it was meant to be? Well yeah that, I need to hold on to that.


 

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I like the way he would never use my actual name and I always knew he was referring to me; but I also like the few moments my name would slip out of his mouth and how strange the consonants and vowel sounded to me.

I smile at the little things he does and it was in those moments that I liked who I was when I was around him–I loved who I was.

And yeah he’s not perfect, I never expected him to be. I never wanted him to be; I just wanted him to try and he did. And from this I gained a feeling I still don’t understand myself.

But holy shit he’s beautiful. So goddamn beautiful that you can’t help but cuss. I found myself actually speechless at times hearing the most provoking thoughts escape his mind–he’s the kind of boy they write screenplays about. He’s everybody’s muse and doesn’t believe it even for a second.

He just wants to make me happy and I couldn’t put into the right words that it was him. He’s my happiness, through all the fucked up mess we went through I could still feel the thrum of butterfly wings whenever I looked at him.

He’s the moonlight to my blinding sun.

 

 

 

Tomorrow

 

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It can go two ways, I completely shatter and finally break completely down when they send her away from me. My eyes will be puffy and red from all the tears I’ve cried the past 48 hours and I will shut down.

Or it could go how today went, me being an empty shell but resurrecting the moment you made me laugh. You helped me forget how wrong everything in my life is going with a simple teasing smirk and good natured joke.

So it can go two ways, I can be consumed by the everlasting woe or I can drown my self in the light of you.

Sensations

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I just think it’s weird how one thing changes how you feel, how you see everything. I feel different, it’s not a drastic change, but I do feel different.

I feel like I’m viewed differently now, not in a bad way or anything; just with a new set of eyes that scrutinize a bit more closely. The way they set it up makes it seem like your entire world shifts once it happens.

But it doesn’t—you just feel a little different. It’s like seeing a contrast in colors you didn’t really notice before, it’s kind of beautiful.