Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be …. and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this :
Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayers, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
Somtyds 