Copy from journal

Under the title WORDS FLOWING- thats the name of the whole folder,I write when my heart is sore..

A relationship is you opening up and letting the next person in-they may not know the part you keep to yourself but you have to give up a piece of you and trust that they won’t carelessly drop it.

Its the fundamentals of give and take and you before me or rather the lets meet in the middle-

Its the work of mirroring their emotions and wanting to see them smile and happy constantly-

The idea of looking forward to so much as talking to them every minute and being in their presence.

Its an art with no perfection nor master-

Its a brush we hold to a canvas and hope the work is fine or at least close enough.

The disagreements and imperfections are what blanket it as beautiful and the ups and downs that mould.

The bickering and the banter to the sweet lingering kisses and touches..

The moments of looking through their eyes wanting to know their deepest fear and hoping to be the one to ease their hurt.

The moments you cannot fully explain to them how they really make you feel because there are no words or because you are just not cut out-

The work you put into having to understand common ground of the love language one uses ties it up beautifully with a bow that baskets all the memories,hopes and dreams.

Its an art with no perfection nor master..


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