I wrote this for you


The Words On A Tombstone
Do practical things if you want your tombstone to read

“They were practical.”

Do what makes sense if you think it should say

“Their life made sense.”

Do what the world wants if you believe in the epitaph

“They did what the world wanted them to do.”

But if you want it to read

“They lived every second they were given 
and touched the sky every chance they had, 
they burned and blazed in all the colors the eye can see 
and left a hole shaped like them in the world 
when they left.”

Then do something else.


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That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.

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And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.


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Your salary is not love and your word is not love. Your clothes are not love and holding hands is not love. Sex is not love and a kiss is not love. Long letters are not love and a text is not love. Flowers are not love and a box of chocolates is not love. Sunsets are not love and photographs are not love. The stars are not love and a beach under the moonlight is not love. The smell of someone else on your pillow is not love and the feeling of their skin touching your skin is not love. Heart-shaped candy is not love and an overseas holiday is not love. The truth is not love and winning an argument is not love. Warm coffee isn’t love and cheap cards bought from stores are not love. Tears are not love and laughter is not love. A head on a shoulder is not love and messages written at the front of books given as gifts are not love. Apathy is not love and numbness is not love. A pain in your chest is not love and clenching your fist is not love. Rain is not love. Only you. Only you, are love.

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I don’t care what people think. I fell in love with you. Not people.

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I’ve tried to put you down on paper so many times. But you keep getting up.

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And when I’m far from home and I feel like an alien, trust me, somehow I never left you.

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Of course it’s complicated. If it wasn’t, I probably wouldn’t be interested in you.


It is said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells. To think, this year I will grow
into a body you never will have touched.

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The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation. For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you

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There are moments of such pure, sublime, unparalleled perfection that they will force you to close your eyes and hold on to them as best you can.
Life is a series of these moments. Everything else is just waiting for them

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