This feeling I used to get as a kid- where the sun would warm my face and melt across into my chest, into that place where I feel blessed- it’d travel and crack like wings across my back, tingling and thrumming, an angel manifest! The feeling would rise up until all I could do is smile, living in a moment that is utterly worthwhile.
I see a future where nothing is lost- where the people I love are loved nonetheless. We’ll see each others growth, smile and reminisce- we’ll love our changes, our paths diverged, discovered bliss. As you get older you want to hold on- to the people who look at you- who listen- who love. As you get older, your heart opens up: you realize all along, it was big enough.
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