Moon....
Love....
Love isn't just holding hands, soft caresses or love letters.
Sometimes you have to cut, bruise the ones you love to see their self worth.
Love is painful.
Love can hurt, if it doesn't maybe you don't really love.
A constant ache, a thought that slides through all other thoughts.
Love can be irrational, love can be dark, love can taste like tears.
I love you my moon.
Solar eclipse by Gallery 360
I need this every night.....
Need
I crave you already....
You are unlike anything I've ever found...... I'm so grateful for you.
I am grateful for my moon, it shines on me whether I'm quiet, unhappy, hurting, happy...... It doesn't just come out when life is good and it certainly doesn't stay hidden when it's rough.
This reminds me of my moon..... We both railroad our thoughts, most the time too much to control. She calms my mind.
My main, my love letter, have other blogs primarily written word. (Taken by my Libra moon, my soul mate, my inspiration, my best friend and my unconditional love ) 43-♍-INFP-T
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