In The Event This Doesn't Fall Apart

by Shannon Lee Barry

Omg 🥺

sometimes in ways that are fun and sometimes in ways that hurt

my heart

I saw the moment you came back. Your eyes became your eyes again and you looked at me all sheepish and scooped out and frightened.

It is a way of sleeping I have dreamed about my whole life, and you do it instantly, without hesitation.

goals

There is a simple magic in being someone’s friend first. It comes along with a simple hurt. I can remember the distance long before it ached. Even now I think, how could I stand it? How could I be in a room with you and feel anything else?

the power in this

Sometimes I think I made you up inside my head. Sometimes I think I spent so long hoping for someone like you that I willed you into my life. Sometimes I think I did enough good things that the universe decided to surprise me.

Desiderata Is My Favorite Poem:

so is my SIL's