i can feel you, loving me.
i can hear you, listening to me.
i can taste you, long after you’re gone.
i can smell you, even after you’ve left my bedroom.
i can see you, being mine, forever.

it’s quite the beautiful tragedy,
the fact that i’m not severely unhappy anymore,
just slightly.
i’m just slightly miserable.
i don’t feel worthless every single night anymore,
just some nights.
sometimes i even feel a little slither of love for myself.
my oxytocin levels are improving.
it’s enough, for now,
to just be slightly unhappy.
just slightly depressed.
i just hope one day,
i can be more than okay.
and i hope that one day i can no longer be slightly unhappy,
but slightly happy.

i’m sitting in the library.
my favorite place.
it’s raining quite hard.
i’m thinking about love.
and the book i’m reading.
i’m thinking about the best day of my life,
and wondering when it’ll come.
i’m thinking about the things that i seek in this life.
i’m thinking about my hopes and dreams,
and how much i desire to make a change in this world.
i’m sitting in my favorite place.
pitter.
patter.
i love the the rain,
for it represents the certainty of a beautiful tomorrow.