Peri Koussa

I dare you to love me when I’m strong. 

You love me on my good days, but You love me harder on my bad days.

I think and overthink all of the hours of the day. But when he messages me, I smile.

I’m usually not big on crying in public, but I just couldn’t keep it together. Standing before me were crowds of young people with plenty of life before them having to ask: “Am I next?” And it broke my heart.

So if you’re looking for something different, look elsewhere. Because I like me.

I know it’s foolish of me to hope for that “one day” to come, but I hope for it anyway.

I wish I understood that things will happen when they’re meant to.

When you are depressed, reason becomes alien as you long to make sense of the nothingness. You long to feel, to breathe, to get rid of the pain. But you don’t feel, you can’t breathe, and you only feel pain.

Thank you for being tough on me when I need it most. Like when I’m being cruel, unkind or unreasonable. You’re always there to straighten me out reminding me to be patient with people and with myself. 

You might think you’re not ready, but you are.

I hope it counts that I’m coming to You on their behalf; once upon a time, they came to You on mine.

They ask you why you’re so damaged. So you explain that when you love someone, your heart breaks off and the other person stores a piece of that break inside them.