When will you fall and come into my arms?
When will you lay down on my chest and hug my waist as I hummed a random song on the top of your head? When will you turn that silent into words as you let out everything you've been feeling without trying to hide some things? When will you let go and stop becoming so tough? You can be soft and rest in my place.
You can always come undone.
Come to me undone. I'd love to have you pieces by pieces and gather you in my arms. You don't have to be collected. You don't have to be put together. You can be a mess.
Just because you're not perfect does not mean I will love you less.
Sincerely,
Yours who always await with your favorite cup of coffee
