Destinies

“But darling, why else
would I exist,
except to love you?”

Is there room for me in your heart? I often wonder, through all the doubts and whispers, if your heart has a place for me. And I suppose, even at my worst moments, in the torrential downpours, the thicket and bramble, the weakest moments when all I have left to do is fall to the ground, I know what my heart wants. It’s always been you. And as long as I’m breathing, I’m going to force myself to move to my feet. To make that next step. To push forward. So that I can love you the way you deserve. Why else would I exist, except to love you?

© Sarah Doughty

If I’m lucky, you’ll love me too.

This was written for day one
of November Notes.
For This You Were Born
by UNSECRET Feat. Fleurie.