The Only Thing I Know Is This: I Am Full Of Wounds And Still Standing On My Feet.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

Nikos Kazantzakis  (via wordsnquotes)

And yet...

I still miss the smell of him, his warm body beside me in bed, his heart beat, the way he made me laugh, hugged me just right and cracked my back for me. Repaired everything to a point where i knew it was right, safe and perfect. Took care of things I knew nothing about. The way he could make me cum, knowing my body well enough to hit all the right spots, and the way to cuddle me for a few moments then giving me the room to breathe. His beautiful eyes and the way they'd look at me when we were good.

I wish I didn't, but I do.

Is this actually in my head?

There is a thrill and terror that courses through me when I think he may be watching me.

There are worse things

When I am alone, I think it is the worst. I have to remind myself constantly that no, indeed, it isn't.

I wish my brain didn't resort to trying to kill me.

Reminder

A soft heart is not a liability. Those that hurt it are.