I know for a fact that everything changes
but sometimes the changes are so hard to accept.
To my future husband
I’m not so perfect either. Look for me.
“Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes I’m not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all. Sometimes I’m so desperate to touch to be touched to feel that I’m almost certain I’m going to fall off a cliff in an alternate universe where no one will ever be able to find me”