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SOTD: Lover

“Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?”

It’s that feeling when you know you’re safe. 

It’s the way time almost stands still. 

It’s the laughter after a thousand tears. 

It’s the warm on your face after days of rain. 

It’s the safety of what you know in the face of endless doubt. 

It’s finishing the book without ever putting it down. 

It’s enough to be known, but dying to be seen. 

It’s being reckless even after you promised to be careful. 

It’s being overly aware of any changes in the current. 

It’s the conversation you never wanted to have, through a microphone you never held. 

It’s saying I’m sorry, when you know you’ve done nothing wrong. 

It’s counting the hours instead of the days. 

It’s fearless and terrifying — one and the same. 

It’s pretending you haven’t noticed when it’s all that you see. 

It’s pricking your finger and watching it bleed. 

It’s knowing what you want and never giving in. 

It’s unconditional, inconsequential, and unwavering. 

It’s not being okay, but doing it anyway. 

It’s secret and quiet. 

It’s the distance between where you are and where you should be. 

It keeps me awake with its relentless possibilities. 

It keeps me at bay, too afraid to make a wave. 

It’s gorgeous in its simplistic existence. 

It hurts just enough to remind me to breathe. 

It’s the gasp between a sob and a cry. 

It’s the beat of my heart when I stopped asking why.