Everything&Nothing: A Collection of Thoughts

I don't know if I should text you because I don't know if seeing my name light up on your phone makes you smile. There are times I want to pick up the phone and call you... but I don't know if that's okay. I don't want to take up more room in your life than I'm supposed to. So I don't know if I should text you. Or call you. Or ask you to hang out. Because as much as I want to... I don't know how any of it is being received. When you're getting to know somebody... there's always that moment where you stop wondering if you should... and you just know. Maybe it's an unprompted good morning. Maybe it's a random phone call after work. Maybe it's a meme at midnight because something  made them think of you. Something. Anything. I'm more than happy to reach across the void. I just don't know if I should. Because reaching across that void... means somebody has to reach back. Not every time. Not the same way. Just... e noug...

How do you tell somebody you like that you think about them all the time without sounding crazy? How do you tell somebody you like that every time they smile, your day gets just a little bit brighter? How do you tell somebody you like that the quiet moments somehow mean the most? That sitting beside them in comfortable silence can say more than an entire conversation ever could? How do you tell somebody you like these things without sounding like too much? Without sounding needy. Without sounding clingy. Without sounding like you're rushing toward something that isn't there yet. It's not that I need to tell them. It's not that I have to. It's that I want to. I want them to know that I genuinely enjoy who they are. I want to know their personality, their spirit, their strengths, and even the parts of themselves they try to hide. I want to know what makes them laugh until they can't breathe. What makes them smile without thinking. What makes them retre...

I think somewhere along the way, I stopped looking for the ending. Life has a funny way of teaching you that the moments we spend chasing are rarely the ones we end up missing. These days... I'd rather know how your day went. Not just the exciting parts. Tell me the part of your day that nobody asks about. The song you played twice. The wrong turn that somehow made you laugh. The little story you almost didn't tell because you didn't think it mattered. Those are the things I'd remember. If you need to run errands, I'll come with you. If you feel like taking a drive, I'll grab my keys. Truth is... I don't really care where we end up. I've started believing it was never about getting somewhere. It was always the conversation. The laughter. The quiet moments that somehow never felt quiet at all. Funny how life keeps simplifying things. What I want... is much simpler than that. I don't need all the answers today. I don't need to know what...

I don't dream about weddings. I dream about Tuesday. About hearing, "I'm on my way home." About picking up two dinners without having to ask. About someone saving me the last slice, because they knew I'd want it. People think loneliness is an empty house. It isn't. Loneliness is realizing everyone you love already has somewhere they're supposed to be. And you're grateful they let you visit. But eventually... you go home. Alone. I don't dream about forever. I dream about having just one ordinary Tuesday where nobody has to leave.

People always assume that when you're single, you're looking for love. Marriage . Sex. A relationship. A future. Sometimes it isn't any of those things. Sometimes you just want someone to enjoy your company enough to want to do it again. That's it. Not because you're trying to move in. Not because you're trying to play house. Not because you're planning your future together. Just because it feels good knowing that somebody genuinely enjoys being around you. The older I get, the more I realize that's the part people overlook. Loneliness isn't always about sleeping in an empty bed. Sometimes it's eating dinner alone for the fifth night this week. Sometimes it's realizing your phone hasn't buzzed all day. Sometimes it's wondering if anybody would even notice if you disappeared for a weekend. And sometimes it's something as simple as asking someone if they'd like to grab dinner again. If they say yes, great. If they sa...

Summer came back around like it always does same sun same heat same sky stretched just a little too long …but it doesn’t feel like mine anymore It used to Back when days didn’t end they just slipped into night when the light finally let go Back when you didn’t check the time you just ran with it Feet hitting pavement hot enough to sting lungs burning like catching your breath meant losing something So you didn’t You kept going Sweat in your eyes dirt on your hands grass stains that didn’t matter Nothing did Except right now Everything felt bigger then colder sweeter louder like the world hadn’t learned how to rush yet We stayed out we pushed it we stretched every second thin And when the light started fading —that was it— That quiet shift You knew Run Race the street lights don’t get caught don’t be late don’t let the day end without you Run Like losing meant something Like if you didn’t make it back in time you left a piece of it behind … Nobody tells you which summer is t...