Just a reminder

Sitting in the taxi, it's 6 am, on the way to the mountains again, needing the cleanse again tired from endless nights of drinking, thinking about you. Maybe you were just sent to me to show me what love is. To give me a taste of that I didn't know if to believe in receiving it exists for me, that what I was longing for so long. What I am myself. Again. Make me understand that I am it. That I don't need you to live it although it would make my world so much more beautiful, so much richer, so much greater. Now. I can't control things happening outside of me or inside of you. I will love what is. I will love myself. 

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