I’m trying to figure out the best time to say I want to keep you.

Because I know I tend to come off strong and I’m still a hot mess and 

I understand how easy it would be to walk away.

It isn’t your job to calm the storm but

I appreciate when you do.

All I want is to slip my hand into yours and tell you it’s beautiful. 

Because it is.

There is beauty in the wisdom you carry – they must be related, intertwined.

I just hope, pray that

when I wake up

and the sun is above my shoulders 

when I look down

I’ll see my hand in yours.



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