Promise me we’ll meet here in another life. You and I. This place where we first met and fell in love in this life. Promise me. We’ll meet here. You and I. Promise me. Promise me we’ll fall in love with each other again in another life. Promise me. You and I. Because one life is not enough for me to fall in love with you. Because one life is not enough for me to feel your love for me. Because one life is not enough for you and me. For you and I.
—Confessions of a Wallflower, page 209
The first time we held each other’s hands I thought that there would never come a time when we would let each other go. We walked beside the seashore as we found home in every step we took as the setting sun melted our hearts and made them feel again. It was amazing. To be lovely with the girl I love.
“Come on skinny love just last a year…” I would sing.
And then silence.
And then I’m crying, and you’re crying.
The sun has already drowned in the deep blue sea.
“Why are you crying?” you asked. “Say something.”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “My brain is just so fucked up that some days I want to kill myself and I become so depressed and this moment right now is so perfect that I want it to last forever.”
“Why are you crying?” I asked back. “Say something.”
“This relationship is completely dependent on you,” you replied. “When you’re happy, I’m happy. When you’re sad, I’m sad. And sometimes you push me away, and I just don’t know what to do with us every time that happens.”
“Shhh,” I kissed her on the cheeks. “I will fight for us by fighting my demons.”
It’s not about how much time you spent in taking care of yourself but how much love you earned in taking care of yourself.
Truth is that true love heals you and never breaks you. It’s not something that is self-destructive. It’s something that makes us write poetry and songs. It’s something that makes us better.
A page from my book “Confessions of a Wallflower” A poetry collection about depression, healing, and self-love. You can purchase your own copy here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859 🌷🌷🌷
I hope that you will find someone like me in the future. Someone who loved you in times of your sadness.
—Confessions of a Wallflower, page 203