Anonymous · 30d
again i find myself reading your stories and again i find myself aching. the way you write your words and the worlds they carry... i've fallen in love with them again and again, even though they make me ache so much. do you know the type of writing that you feel in your heart? do you know the type of love you wish were real? that's what you write, something i crave so much. me, who doesn't believe in love anymore - me, who will never become the person i wish i could be; when i read your stories i see it - the love i don't believe, the me i can't reach, and it aches. but it's so good. it's so good. thank you for sharing your stories. they have changed me deeply. -nz
the always so ironic thing about growing and changing is that the version of you that you can’t reach lives in a blind spot. They see you but you’ll never see them. I’m happy something I create makes you want to reach, I know you’ll be on the other side of the climb one day!! And thank you so much for these sweet words, I can’t tell you how much they mean to me, but your words changed me too :) ❤️
