Is it selfish to say I want you the whole fucking time? I want you in my head. I want you in my bed. I want your hands all over my thighs. Give me your tightest grip. I want to exhale all of my loneliness and sadness to you. I want to breathe you in. I want you. I want you and I want you to want me too.
If we don’t make it, just know that no one will ever love you like I do… like I always have. I love you more than I do myself, and if you know anything in this world, know this: you will never be alone and you will always be loved. You’ll always have someone thinking about you, and someone who misses you. You’ll forever be apart of me, and I am honored to have loved you, and had you in my life. Thank you for teaching me that love is still real
But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin.