Some days were wild with desire, some days were moving slow.

Loving another person is so hard.

Were looking for answers, looking for reflections of ourselves in another persons eyes.

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Jordan Bauer

Sometimes we come with baggage.

Sometimes we come searching for truth.

Thats why love is so damn hard.

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Suddenly our stories are not two separate books on a shelf; theyre one interwoven tale.

And thats so strange, so scary, so wonderful.

To love and be loved.

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Jordan Bauer

But sometimes we forget.

We forget how beautiful and powerful that word can be, manifested in our lives.

We forget the weight, the emotion, the vulnerability involved.

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We forget that were doing our best.

We forget that were human.

It doesnt mean you care any less.

It doesnt mean youre walking away.

Remind me that with you, Im never alone.

Because sometimes I get scared.

Sometimes I close my eyes and feel a wave of restlessness wash over me.

Sometimes I wonder if Im being silly, if Im settling for less simply because we arent perfect.

Sometimes I just need to hear your words, your heart, your thoughts.

And that wont change.

Because life pulls us in different directions.

Some days our conversations flow smoothly, one text right into the other, no hesitation, no awkwardness.

Maybe, in some ways, were both searching for things in one another that we havent quite found.

But theres time, isnt there?

So much time to discover, to learn, to understand.

And that wont change.

Sometimes Im so quick to forget what I mean to you, forget that you care.

So baby, yo tell me those words again.

Tell me, and strengthen me.

I am loved, I am yours.

Marisa Donnelly is a poet and author of the book,Somewhere on a Highway, availablehere.