"I hope he calls you in the morning
after a night of sleeping in a big, empty bed
Just to say good morning
Just to hear your voice
as it is the only wake up call
he needs.
I hope he cooks you breakfast
Knowing how you like your eggs
how you take your coffee
how little or how much you wish to speak.
I hope he cooks you dinner, too
For no reason at all.
I hope he holds your hand proudly
as you walk through a room
of people you don’t know.
I hope he builds you up
until you are standing on a pedestal
of your own creation.
I hope he encourages you to make art
take risks
travel the world
be alone -
always knowing that you’ll be back
home in his warm embrace
as long as his heart is open.
I hope he wears his heart on his sleeve
and is not shy
to adorn yours
as well.
I hope he is the kind of person
who, when presented with the ocean,
will not shy away
from diving in
to ride the waves.
I hope he is all of himself
unafraid to own
his stories
no matter how dark they may seem.
I hope he can see that all of you
is in the stars
poking through
the dark sky
of your past.
I hope he is not scared
by your ability to choose growth
your ability to not be held hostage
by the person you were yesterday
last week
last year.
I hope his attention span
is as long as every word
that exits your mouth
your heart.
I hope that he hears your truth
and meets it with gratitude
for your vulnerability.
I hope he loves you
in a way you didn’t know love existed.
For you have only seen love
in other places
with shaky ground that fell
beneath your hopeful feet.
This is who I hope
for you—
Because you are worthy
of being loved
by a heart so bright
the sun blushes
in admiration."
- Annabelle Blythe
I found this within the pages of one of my journals tonight
image is a mixed media on paper, 2013
