Lauren Jarvis-Gibson

And I want a relationship where when he tells me he loves me, he will say it without hesitation in his voice or a drop of liquor on his tongue.

She won’t be timid in telling you how she feels about you. She might even say “I love you” first.

“When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth.”

I don’t think my body was ready
for the loss of you.
None of it was.

But I can’t forget you. Not now and not ever. I think a part of you is stapled onto my heart forever. Or maybe you’re painted on it. Permanent brush strokes that make me happy and sad at the same time.

You deserve to experience all the magic in the world that love will give you. You deserve to kiss someone and hear their heartbeat race just like yours. Sweet soul, your heart deserves to be held. And your heart deserves to be adored.

They will make sure you are happy and are never scared to speak up about what you want more of. They want you to feel totally at ease at all times. And the more relaxed your body will be, the better the sex will be.

Be astonished by how the stars light up the dark, and how it can snow in March and how rivers never seem to end. Taste different tongues and smile when lips meet yours that crave you just as much.

The acceptance of what has already happened, is tragically beautiful. It gives you the power to finally let go. And to finally start healing and stitch your sweet soul back together.

An independent woman is a Beyonce in a world full of Donald Trumps, and a lion in a world full of kittens.

They won’t hide from you in fear of rejection. They will tell you all their secrets that weigh on their heart at night and will bare their naked soul to you. And they won’t do it because they have to. They will do it because they trust you.

I always knew there would be a
statue of us somewhere.
And I see it now in all its glory.
What a shiny little thing.