Let the first act of every morning be to make the following resolve for the day:

- I shall not fear anyone on Earth.
- I shall fear only God.
- I shall not bear ill will toward anyone.
- I shall not submit to injustice from anyone.
- I shall conquer untruth by truth. And in resisting untruth, I shall put up with all suffering.

Mahatma Gandhi (via coyotegold)

I found one of the letters you wrote me. One year ago to the day. A letter that set my heart fluttering through my chest and made the corners of my mouth curl into an unparalleled smile. Words which allowed me to feel like I could conquer the world because you believed I could. Reassuring me that I had finally found a home, a place of comfort, safety, security. A place where I am I and you are you. A place where together we could just be. A place where we were free. All because of three simple words.

I found one of the letters you wrote me. Two years ago to the day. A letter that now causes my heart to drop to the floor. My chest to cramp, my throat to close, my blood run cold, my fists clench. The corners of my mouth falling, pointing to the floor where my tears have left a puddle, reflecting off the wooden floor, the same puddle that my reflection cried to the day you left.

I found one if the letters you wrote me.
Three years ago to the day. A letter that I can only glance at before tearing it to pieces. And ending our story forever.