annasanthology

[annasanthology]

This was the useless crying in my head.

This was the grieving fury in my blood.

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The top of our mother’s dressers were altars too.

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Your letter both delighted and saddened me: delighted because it was written by you, saddened because I felt a deep yearning to see you and kiss you warmly, but you weren't here, you were far away...

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Be so confident in God's plan that you don't even get upset anymore when things don't go your way.

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whatever you're yearning for, it's nice, but you can be happy while waiting for it too. you have a lot of lovely things in your life now, don't forget to live in the moment and cherish it while it's here. make every day a nice, worthwhile one... you don't have to wait for the big moments to feel good about things.

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sometimes it's 12am and you've been crying and you can't sleep and it feels like that's all there is. but sometimes it's 12am and you're laughing so hard your stomach hurts and your cheeks are red and there's someone you love laughing with you and those are always the 12ams to hold onto.

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No, we're not soulmates. This is not divine intervention. And this is most certainly not chance. I willed this. I knit the threads of fate myself until they spelled your name.

I love you intentionally. I love you with every bit of conscience I was born with.

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But the future—who knows? It's here soon enough.

Why grieve in advance?

Whatever turns up, I hope it's happy—

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because I know this: love can often look like so many things that don't seem like love.

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roses rooted in your heart

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promise again

To come in dreams.

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nostalgia for something I've never known, the sunset of all emotions, myself yellowing, subdued to grey sadness in my external self-awareness.

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to grow accustomed to silence like the beating of one's heart

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may we endure less and enjoy more