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Song: Strike a Chord
Artist: Charlene Kaye



Moments. 

Those moments where you feel too clingy to a person, where you feel like you should back away and reassess what your priorities are.

Whether or not you like the person you’re clinging to, or just the idea of that person.

Whether you genuinely want to be with that person or if you just don’t wanna be alone.

Whether you feel the ever suffocating need to be wanted.

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Or maybe you really do love that person with all your heart and you’re just not able to express it in a coherent way — in a way that won’t make the person run for the hills.

In a way that’ll show how you really feel for that person, but won’t ruin what you already have.

Following your heart is a risky fucking business.

Nobody wants their heart to be broken. A broken heart can be mended, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

You can’t just grab a bottle of super glue and your problems will be solved forever.

If it worked that way, people wouldn’t mourn a loved one’s death.

Wouldn’t cry over a break up with rom coms and buckets of ice cream.

Wouldn’t love so strongly

so blindly

so freely.

Love and heartbreak come hand in hand.

You risk everything by allowing yourself to love someone.

So maybe being clingy is okay.

Maybe being wanted, cherished,

incoherently

insanely

happily loved

is okay.

If there’s no risk, there’s no point in trying.

There’s no point in everything you work for without a little risk, a little pleasure, a little carefree happiness in the mix.

It makes you care more deeply for the things you achieve.


I Run. 

I run my fingers over my neck because I always think of you moving your lips and tongue along the skin, leaving marks in your wake.

I run my hands over my sides because I imagine your hands there, gripping and holding and caressing.

I run these images and thoughts through my mind, some real, some not yet experienced, and it’s like I can feel you with me.

It’s like I can feel every brush of your fingers, every breath you take as you press against me, every look you send my way.

And it makes me miss you all the more.

It makes me wish you can be here to fulfill all these images and thoughts. So that it won’t just be images and thoughts in my mind, but can turn into memories as well.

I guess I’ll just have to wait just a little longer for that.

I can’t promise I’ll be patient, but I know I’ll wait.

I’ll wait for as long as possible.

For you.