Tomorrow
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending risky and reckless text messages. I love being blunt and naive. I love telling people I love them and calling them magical. I love writing letters about how I cannot imagine a world without them. How I am glad they really exist? I love saying, 'Hug me' and 'You are a wonderful person,' and 'You brighten my day'. I live my life as truthfully as possible. Because one day I will stop breathing and that day could be tomorrow. Maybe it's dark and scary. It could be weird too. Maybe it's embarrassing to let people know you like them, need them, and want them. That in this moment you feel like this and that you might possibly die if you don't see or talk to them. And what's even more scary and risky is pretending not to care! Pretending like you don't walk with your heart in your hands, willing to share it with anyone who show an ounce of kindness. The world is cruel and lonely and unpredictabl...