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i hope.

i hope you know that i want nothing but good things for you. i hope you love yourself and i hope people build you up. i hope you're able to feel at peace. i hope your bad days don't last very long. i hope your time is spent laughing. i hope that you never have to feel like the ground is crumbling right beneath your feet. i hope that whoever you make a scratchy-throated and teary-eyed phone call to at 3 a.m. on a wednesday when your heart aches picks up before you change your mind. i hope you always are able to get a good parking spot. i hope nobody ever makes you feel guilty for not shutting up about things that make your eyes shine when you talk about them. i hope you never question your worth. i hope there are backroads you can drive without having to think about where you're going so you can jam to your favorite songs and still know when to turn. i hope that someone stands at the stove making ramen for you when you're drunk on their couch.

i hope you can remember the best things people have ever said to you. i hope you play those words and those moments back to yourself every chance you get. i hope the first drop of coffee that meets your lips in the mornings sets fire to your soul and brings new life to your heart. i hope the buttons down your shirt align so you don't have to do the whole thing twice. i hope your head falls gently to your pillow each night and that you're able to rest.

i hope you stop in your tracks to admire a good sunset.
i hope you find time to stand in the shower and allow the water to wash away your dirt and your doubts. i hope you curse somebody's name, i hope you feel better, i hope you realize your strength.

i hope someone texts you out of the blue to ask how you are and i hope you're honest. i hope you don't tell everyone that you're always fine as you step out for a smoke in an attempt to kill your demons. i hope you stain your wine glass with your lipstick so that for the rest of the night, you know which one is yours. i hope you sing on the way home.

i hope whoever you're talking to holds onto every word you say for dear life. i hope they know they're lucky.

i hope you find candles with your favorite scents and frozen yogurt flavors you love. i hope your tattoos have meaning. i hope you feel home, whether it be six shots deep at the bar telling the DJ you like his shoes or on your bedroom floor teaching yourself how to play guitar long after everyone else is lost in dreams.

i hope you're able to stand up again in a sort of silent scream to the world that it won't get to have its way with you without a damn good fight.

i hope you fall. i hope you fail.
but i hope you get up again and learn something.
i hope you develop an undying resilience in response to challenge. i hope you grow.

i hope you never have to master the art of quiet crying for fear of waking someone up with your so called "trivial" emotions.
you're allowed to bathe in the bitterness of your tears but you are not allowed to drown in it.
cry as often and as loudly as you need to, and then put sadness to sleep. rest in your peace.

i hope you work hard and i hope you love harder.
i hope you know that you are never alone.
i hope you know that there are tougher days coming and that there are also better days coming, too.
i hope you know that you are incredible.
i hope you know that i am here to support you.
i hope you know that this is the longest way of me telling you a very simple thing.

i hope you know i love you. 
poetically. wildly. fearlessly. tirelessly.
i am loving you entirely. with everything i have. i am tired and i am very far from being everything you'll ever need, but i am loving you. i hope you know it.


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