There’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
AIMEE C. HOVEYThere’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
AIMEE C. HOVEYA long time ago I came to realize that no matter where I am no distance I could go can ever make my heart forget you’ve made a home inside my soul.
AIMEE C. HOVEYWhat an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.
AIMEE C. HOVEYRomeo and Juliet have nothing on this story, all the places we will go, or down in drumroll glory.
AIMEE C. HOVEYThey say what is lost can always be found in the last place you look but I wouldn’t be so sure that you’ll ever see this version of me again.
AIMEE C. HOVEYNothing but hard work makes dreams come true and I will slave’til the end for a chance to watch the sunrise and fall beside you.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.
AIMEE C. HOVEYTime might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.
AIMEE C. HOVEYTell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”
AIMEE C. HOVEYHonesty, I don’t know how to love you less. Let alone not at all. I try my absolute best some days but this just makes me miss you more.
AIMEE C. HOVEYShe’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI miss you now since you were here than you never where. I’d forgotten what its like to watch the world with you and how much you feel like home.
AIMEE C. HOVEYMaybe the way you seem to feel safe with your arms in mine means I’m not all broken maybe there’s something good inside.
AIMEE C. HOVEYA hello from you can still bring me to my knees, set me free. More than any goodbye ever could.
AIMEE C. HOVEYLately, none of what seems to matter when I’m holding you and maybe, baby, we’re getting better.
AIMEE C. HOVEYNothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.
AIMEE C. HOVEY