R. Y.S. Perez

The secret is love is a chaotic mess of every emotion we humans have given a name to.

And not one person would notice the grey parts of her until it was too late, because everyone falls for a pretty face.

Growing up she had become used to allowing men the ability to curve themselves into question marks around her and hold her desperately as if she were the answer. She had become afraid to admit that she is not.

You are enough, you are worth it, Worth every ballad, worth every word, every action.

I will show you all the ways in which you are easy to love.

You want to be there for me but an anxiety attack is a solitary activity.

This is how you explain how you feel: broken words and hard truths.

I hope these simple things are what I forever love about life, for then I will be happy no matter where I find myself.

He asked me once what I wanted when I died, what I wanted out of life, and I told him I just wanted more happy memories than sad ones.

I have never been drawn to luxury. I love the simple things; coffee shops, books, and people who try to understand.

When words failed I realized there was something unspeakably beautiful in not being able to put words to your happiness.