i want to talk about
dreams.
about the taste of love
when it’s unguarded and clumsy.
about the kind of touch
that doesn’t ask for proof.
i want to talk about the good—
the soft,
the quiet,
the ordinary miracles,
like someone saving a seat for you
without being asked.
like laughter that hits you
mid-tears.
like light
breaking through the cracks
you swore would never heal.
i want to talk about
how someone’s laugh
can feel like a rescue mission.
how crying on the floor
and being held
is the closest thing to god
i’ve ever known.
i want to breathe again.
not just air—
but hope.
but sweetness.
but something that doesn’t burn
on the way in.
i want to feel something
that doesn’t make me want to disappear.
i want to be asked
what makes me feel alive.
and i want to ask you back.
– Anais
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