If you're fortunate, you'll spend your days folding clothes for the ones you love and that alone will feel like more than enough.

Love did come my way, but it never stayed.

I held on until there was nothing left worth holding.

We spend our lives trying to fill the void and chase love, yet here he stands light as air as if he’s finally found peace in an empty heart and hands. The quiet art of having nothing, needing nothing.

(Image from Rishikesh cause missing it badly:)

Sometimes, it’s not about who stays it’s about the one who never really left. but if the world tilted just slightly, maybe, just maybe, you would have.

Someone who walks into your life like a soft ache and never quite leaves. a person you can’t unlove, even after all the reasons you gave yourself to stop. you try, god knows you try but every version of your future without them feels like breathing underwater.

They make you laugh mid-argument, make silence feel like a conversation, make your worst days seem survivable by forgetting everything and getting back.

They ruin you in the gentlest way possible make you kinder, softer, make your selfishness stutter, and all your sharp edges dull just from being near them.

you hate it.
you love it.
you don’t know the difference anymore.

and maybe love isn’t the fairytale they sell maybe it’s just a beautiful disaster you keep choosing, because they bring out the version of you that you didn’t know deserved to exist.

no one tells you this, but sometimes the person who feels most like home is the one you never get to stay with.

and god,
that kind of almost
hurts more than goodbye ever could.

Raising standards 💗

What a beautiful thing it is to find someone to lose

The reason I was paying my rent for is going away from me. That one seemingly random night when I fed you milk unexpectedly reshaped all the days. still hold onto those precious moments when walking in the door after work, hearing the lift ding, and seeing you running towards me.
No matter how hungry I was, the whisper of your little shouts while I prepared your meal was the most beloved 'rent' I could ever pay. I distinctly recall the first time you pawed at me, it felt like a tsunami of butterflies exploded in my stomach! I cherish the memories of you snuggling up to me to play, and yes, I still carry the faint marks of your little scratches and waiting at the hospital line to get those doses done at 9am in the morning.
I know you're waiting for me in our special spot. I truly hope we meet again soon, and when we do, I want our time together to last until my wallet is utterly blank from buying you every delicious cat treat and food possible.