I see you.
With the longing in your eyes, and the fire beneath your feet.
You do not always have to be good.
You do not have to know what is coming next.
The parts of you that you resist, and the parts of you that are numb when they are exposed, and vulnerable-- those are the parts that I most love.
That I cherish.
Those parts of you are the parts I love, and those that I can feel,
as we hug.
All photos found via Pinterest, and are not my own.