Yes, I may secretly duck under my covers in the fetal position at random times during the day. Yes, this growing up thing isn’t a bed of roses. Yes, I may swallow down panic sporadically throughout the day. Yes, I will hold on to He who is greater than me. Don’t let me go.
A year ago I was in England. I loved that feeling of new, that feeling of free. We are all trying to get it, and once we do, we are always trying to keep it. But once it’s gone, how do you get it back?
“I don’t know what a love like Juliet’s feels like…love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for…but I like to believe that if I ever were to feel it, that I would have the courage to seize it” -Letters to Juliet
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