inkskinned:

one second. i love you and that’s all that matters. i know i’m small and you can’t feel what warms me up. that you look at me and i don’t glow or sparkle or show it because i’ve just always loved you. for being alive and existing. so i know i still got the same number of freckles as before, no cool tattoo with the first words you said to me. but you’re my somebody. not even necessarily romantically. i just love you. we just met maybe. but you’re alive and i’m alive and we could tell each other how we kept breathing. one second: i know it’s hard right now because holidays never feel the same when you grow up. but i learned the best way to feel good is to give things. the only thing that made me feel like christmas was making christmas happen in other people’s eyes so. what i’m saying is take a deep breath. it’s okay if it feels like there’s nothing left, i’m here and i’m listening. maybe we can give each other cool rocks we found or handmade glitterglue cards with deep dark secrets on them or just teach each other a good recipe for cookies. i’ll stir and you can cut out the shapes. listen. it’s okay if in the flour you spell out “i’m sad and i don’t even know why anymore.” i’m sad too, and i don’t know why anymore. but i do know i love you. so it’s okay. i’ll listen for as long as it takes and help you get okay. even if that’s six holidays away. even if that’s years. even if you think it’s pointless to wait. i’m okay. i’ve got no money but i want to give you a good gift. just let me give you me and my heart. one second, hang on. let me give you this.