A Tale of Two

 "I love this time with you".

 "Yea, because you're not the one carrying the weight".

"Am I heavy? A burden? Too much?".

"No... You are not enough. I cannot get enough".

Build love

 You build Love. You work hard to create your comfort and the love that you want. Love isn't a magical bean that when found, grows into a lustrous enigma. No, it requires hard work, compromise, growth, sacrifice, tears, anger, misunderstanding, learning and coming together again. 

See Me

 Why is it so difficult for him to notice me? I'm right here in front of him but he'll notice the other girl who is a little more. Am I that plain? That invisible, that he looks right through me? I don't know how much more I need to be, for him to see Me...

My name

 I love the way he says my name. It sounds different coming from him. Loving, deliberate, affectionate and caring.

The moment

 Social media apps are strange. Half of what you see is real. Half people don't show. 

We choose what to show. 

We will choose the nice, the aesthetic, making an extra effort to make it look good to others, to get approval of some sort. 

We live for likes and acceptable, heartwarming comments. 

But how much of it is soul nourishing and really enjoyable for you? 

Are we so caught up in the moment, thinking, "I need to take a photo or video of this, to post it to my socials!", rather than be in the moment immersing in the feeling of just being there? 

Don't you think we just need to be there? Be in the moment?  

By all means, share things, share as much as you want ... But don't forget to be in the moment.

Autographs

Don't forget today that you are enough. 

Don't be hard on yourself and remember that you are human and we all try do our best, even if it never gets noticed. Try to do what you do, day by day. 

 You don't need to get noticed for your efforts but the fact you've made progress, however small or big. It's still progress.

Now go out and be uber awesome today.

Be famous for it (even if it's in your own head). 

Hand out autographs.

Haunted

 She tightened her grip around his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. 

"Don't let go of me, ok?", she said.

"I won't and you know that. Why even say it?"

"Because I get insecure. Anything I have touched with my heart, anything that I have loved with my life, has left me. They left, when I thought they'd never. I am insecure about being abandoned".

He looked at her and she had tears in her eyes. "Hey, come on now. We aren't going to ruin this moment, this time together with this talk and your salty waterfall of tears". 

"I'm sorry. I know. It scares me though, that I could love you more than life itself but leave you before you leave me. That scares me. It haunts me. Whoever did this to me, haunts me still".