i used to think that saying “i love you” was this sacred thing and that saying it too much to too many people would make it lose meaning but now i think the exact opposite. i love every person i meet and every person i see, they’re all just different kinds of love and they manifest in different ways.
this so much omg
I make promises and then I break them. When my heart hurts, it’s hard for me to see and hear and love. I carry more than I can bare. I judge. I fear. I’m unsure. Of a lot of things.
And even with this messy, unclean heart of mine, He sits beside me every night and smiles. And tells me He’s proud. Every time. And I want to cry because He is, and was, and always will be and I’m not worthy. He is the most beautiful story ever told, and He chose me. And you. To take part. To breathe and move and simply be. With Him. And this wrecks me.
He is the “I love you.”, the “I need you.”, the “I am for you.”
I love HIm.
…I haven’t answered something like this in a while.