~Sweet, Speculative Dreams~

In this life I’ve come to know many types of love.

The terrifying, the profound, the kind, the cruel. The fleeting and the everlasting–the sun’s raging heat and the moon’s light of ivory cool.

And in your warm, fluttering hands upon your deep, sweeping chest, you hold them all.

~ Fractured Hearts After Infatuation~

I wanted to be like you–

be held by you, be loved by you.

There wasn’t much I could do–

to hold myself back from your grasp.

I just wanted to be something… be something… be something

to you. Something… something… someone to you–

and it was fruitless of me to dream

that you would ever love me.

I just wanted to be like the one I wanted to be loved by, baby. I just wanted to be like you.

~Self-Love: One Liner ~

You really only feel human when you accept yourself, and I’ve felt human for a long while now.

~Breakdown of the Aforementioned Human Condition~

What love do you value highest of all? Which love can you go without–which love would you die without? If one is without, philautia, can they hold any other form genuinely dear?

A friend can turn into a significant other; when married in, they become one of the family. What person in your life holds nearly all forms of love?

~Sammicakes