it’s weird how body parts are considered sacred and secret when you can just take someone’s clothes off and see them, whereas someone’s personality or sense of humour or opinions and mind are all literally invisible, like there’s no way to see what someone’s mind is like without their consent. why don’t we glorify minds more than bodies, aren’t they more sacred and special?
You came into my life so quickly after it was being torn down. It was impeccable timing, almost like it couldn’t be true. I like how your mind worked, how you want to do all these things and how you showed me you cared. I could hold your hand whenever I wanted. And kiss you whenever I wanted. And you were just such a beautiful person. But now you’re gone. At least for a while. And I’m alone again.