sally jennett
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Every day, my love. every sappy day.... but let's be real: I generally "shift under the blankets... feeling the heat of the person next to me" because my cold feet woke me up in the first place.

Now that is a good happiness right there Broadhead. I love waking up in the middle of the night and feeling you next to me. You look so sweet and peaceful. I love you so much and the happiness you bring to my soul is beautiful.

“This is not a goodbye, my darling, this I s a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever."

To my truest friend, Hina: “This is not a goodbye, my darling, this I s a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever.

And still you wonder why I can't tell you everything. I'd much rather pretend everything is okay, than be lectured for every little thing I did which you don't approve of. This is the game of masks and facades, and I have learned to play it well... But... Will this destroy me? Am I becoming the very thing I fight to not be?

langleav: “ losingthisbattle asked you: A poem about not being able to tell people how you feel, in fear that they won’t understand, and that they will judge. Love your poetry, such an inspiration.