WHEN LOVE ARRIVES
Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye
Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict.
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep;
You are in California, Australia, wide awake.
Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone.
Maybe love is not ready for you
Maybe you are not ready for love.
Maybe love just isn't the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.
Maybe love is only there for a month.
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday part, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays— maybe love can't.
Maybe love shouldn't.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to,
And love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives, say, "Welcome. make yourself comfortable."
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper,
"Thank you for stopping by."
IF ALL GIRLS
┌─・。゚: ∘◦☾◦∘。゚. ─┐
if all girls were
taught to love each
other fiercely instead
of how to compete
with each other and
hate their own bodies,
what a different
and beautiful world
we would live in
└─・。゚: ∘◦☾◦∘。゚. ─┘
Nikita Gill
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── ✿ real love ︵ . .
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▸ 愛 . . . ︵︵ ↴
real love is not like the poetry.
it is not i love you spat down each other’s throats
or finding a reason to live again
because you found this one person.
it is so much simpler than that.
real love is telling them to go back to sleep
because it is still early and you know they need it,
even if you want them to be awake with you.
it is realising it won’t always be easy
but still choosing them every day
and wanting to be the very best for them.
that’s it, it’s not as deep as you think.
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