"I remember that one day in August, 6 whole years ago, when I was desperately waiting for you to text me. We’d been writing back and forth and for a week and it was the first day without a message from you. No matter how long I waited and how many times I unlocked my phone to stare at it, the text never came, and so I went to bed feeling defeated and a bit like an idiot who‘d misread the situation once again. Eventually I got too tired to entertain my lingering doubts and let sleep take me. I woke up in the middle of the night to thunder cracking across the sky, and I fumbled for my phone to check the time when I saw that I had a new message. A new message from you. It was 2:54AM and you asked me if I was still awake. Heart pounding in my chest, I sent back a single word: yes. You asked me if I‘d heard the thunderstorm, if it woke me up, and if I was scared. In all my life, I’d never been less scared. I wanted to ask you if you didn’t remember that one night when we witnessed a thunderstorm firsthand, standing on a balcony, shoulder pressed against shoulder, watching as lightning turned the sky white, listening as thunder shook the world. Catching the raindrops in our hair and in our eyelashes. There was electricity in the air, filling me from head to toe. After a while, I stopped watching lightning painting its bright path across the night sky and started watching you. I thought you‘d felt the same way. But I didn’t remind you of that night. It took me several minutes to reply. I was too worried you’d forgotten about that one moment I kept so close to my heart, it would never slip my mind. Instead I only answered „no, I’m not scared“. You texted back, saying I was the bravest person you knew, telling me you were absolutely terrified. A slow smile crept onto my face. I knew you were joking, but back then I also didn’t know that the days that followed would terrify me to no end. Would tear me to pieces and rip my heart out of my chest. But I know where you‘ve gone when you were taken from me. I believe it with every single inch of my being. You‘re up in the sky, dancing with lightning at your fingertips and the stars in your eyes, and thunder rolling in your veins. You’ll always be the brightest person I’ve ever met, the most exciting story I got to experience. You’ll always be the one I’d choose again, if only I had the chance."
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you‘ll always be my thunder / n.j.
(via ninasdrafts)
"and that’s the thing about quotes. You write them because you’ve learned something through the hell that you’ve been through. Then you realize that there are thousands of people out there looking for those exact words to speak for the pain that you thought you were enduring all on your own, and in the end…it hurts more to see that it isn’t just you, and that exact pain echoes through millions of foreign souls. Yet here you are sitting, struggling to fathom your own pain as it breathes itself into existence alongside the thousands who stand by you doing the very same thing. I’m not saying it doesn’t break my heart to see my own pain in the words I’ve written, I’m saying it breaks my entire being to know that this exact pain runs through the veins of half of the world, and although we may all not know one another, we all come searching for a place of comfort and hope that something or someone will understand and we end up here. Under the deep abyss of comments that fall from a quote posted on a screen. Now, I don’t know if that hurts to know so many people become so desperate to be understood that they end up scouring the internet for quotes or if it soothes me to know that there are places that exist to provide blankets of warm words to calm the cold aches."