Echoes of Us

by Aaron McLean

I want you to believe in the kind of love that stops time. The kind that crashes into you when you least expect it, leaving you breathless, shaken, and undeniably his or hers. That’s fate, sweetheart. And when it finds you? Let it consume you. Let it ruin you. Let it own you.

"But I was yours.”

So I’ll leave you with this— Love is hard. Love is impossible. Love will wreck you. It will break you. It will make you question everything you thought you knew. But if you’re lucky— If you fight for it, if you choose it, if you don’t let go— Love will put you back together. Love is forever. Love is this.