I am not the kind of woman
who
loves quietly. I am going to love you urgently. If my heartbeat quickens when I see you, if you are tangled in my thoughts when I fall asleep at night, I am going to tell you how I feel. I am going to tell you how you compel me, I am going to shout it from rooftops. I am not afraid of saying too much, I am not afraid of being vulnerable or sensitive. I am only afraid of missing out on someone who could inspire depth within me. I am only afraid of letting potential slip through my fingers like sand. I am going to love you truthfully. You are going to see the light within me, and you are also going to experience my dark. I am going to hand myself to you like an open book, chapters of happiness and hurt equally at your fingertips just waiting to be understood. I am never going to hide from you, I am never going to disguise myself. I am going to love you wholly, so please, come to me as you are. Come to me with your flaws, with your past. Come to me with your confusion and your cracks. Come to me with your scars, with the caverns of doubt you hold within yourself. Let me choose you for who you are, for your breaks, for what makes your heart ache. I am going to love you madly, for I have simply never been able to tell the difference between love and hysteria. When I am enlivened by someone I am hungry for everything they are. I am going to thirst after your word, after your mind. I am going to watch you, and admire you; I am going to learn with you, I am going to grow with you. We will have our own world, you and I. See, I am not the kind of woman who loves quietly. I am going to love you bravely, boldly. I am going to love you loudly, manically, beautifully. I am going to risk my heart for you, and I am not going to be afraid. I will never be afraid.
loves quietly. I am going to love you urgently. If my heartbeat quickens when I see you, if you are tangled in my thoughts when I fall asleep at night, I am going to tell you how I feel. I am going to tell you how you compel me, I am going to shout it from rooftops. I am not afraid of saying too much, I am not afraid of being vulnerable or sensitive. I am only afraid of missing out on someone who could inspire depth within me. I am only afraid of letting potential slip through my fingers like sand. I am going to love you truthfully. You are going to see the light within me, and you are also going to experience my dark. I am going to hand myself to you like an open book, chapters of happiness and hurt equally at your fingertips just waiting to be understood. I am never going to hide from you, I am never going to disguise myself. I am going to love you wholly, so please, come to me as you are. Come to me with your flaws, with your past. Come to me with your confusion and your cracks. Come to me with your scars, with the caverns of doubt you hold within yourself. Let me choose you for who you are, for your breaks, for what makes your heart ache. I am going to love you madly, for I have simply never been able to tell the difference between love and hysteria. When I am enlivened by someone I am hungry for everything they are. I am going to thirst after your word, after your mind. I am going to watch you, and admire you; I am going to learn with you, I am going to grow with you. We will have our own world, you and I. See, I am not the kind of woman who loves quietly. I am going to love you bravely, boldly. I am going to love you loudly, manically, beautifully. I am going to risk my heart for you, and I am not going to be afraid. I will never be afraid.
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