J A N A E.
"The Simplicity Of Beauty , . . "
To Know Me Is To Love Me ,
I love you in a language that I don’t fully understand. In words that I haven’t found enough courage to forklift out of my chest.
I was told that time would heal all wounds. But what exactly do you do on days when it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?
I won’t tell you that you’re beautiful. I’m sure you’ve heard that a million times, but I will say this, your smile is a house that I would like to visit more often, and your hugs feel like the home that I’ve been searching for my entire life.