I am thousands of feet in the air, and all I think about is you.
Hopefully one day sharing my life fully with you.
Hopefully one day you sharing your life fully with me.
And I hope.
And I hope you are wanting to do that.
I hope you are ready, and I hope you are wanting.
I am happy and yet sad. My heart wants to run to you knowing full well it could be suicide.
It could be another past come to claim my future.
It could be destroyed, and yet, it still hopes.
With every ounce of its being.It knows full well it can be crushed.
It can be cracked. It can be forever broken.
But there is always hope.
Like a beam of light that pierces through the vast darkness of pain, stabbing through the black like a dagger.
It itself has hope.
To survive.
To live life fully and completely and without hesitance.
To know love regardless of heartache.
To love completely without reserve.
To give all and want nothing in return.
Hope has its needs, mind you.
But it does not want. It needs hope in return.
It needs love. It needs warmth.
It needs the good.
It needs the bad.
For without the occasional bouts of pain and sadness, can there truly be hope.
Just don’t allow the dark to take over.
Always be aware of the light.
Always choose to love.
Where there is love, there is hope.
There is always.
There is you.
There is me.
There is us.
Bonnie’s Beach 🏖 