"there's nothing to writing, only sitting down in front of a keyboard... and bleed."

i bleed even before i could write him.

until every thoughts that concur are all about him, recur coincidingly.

what i'm trying to say is, what i've been meaning to put across is, what really is going on is...

i miss him badly.

Only some men will want to learn what it feels like to curl themselves into a question mark around you,
Admit they don’t have the answers they thought they would by now.
Some men will want to hold you like the answer.
You are not the answer.
You are not the problem.
You are not the poem, or the punchline, or the riddle, or the joke.

Woman, if you grow up the type of woman men want to love,
You can let them love you.
Being loved is not the same thing as loving.
When you fall in love,
It is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping.
It is realising you have hands.
It is reaching for the tightrope after the crowds have all gone home.
Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman men will hurt.
If he leaves you with a car alarm heart.
You learn to sing along.

It is hard to stop loving the ocean,
Even after it’s left you gasping, salty.

-The Type, Sarah Kay