I’ll be here waiting,
my arms wide and fingers crossed,
so hurry back home.
If I had a drink for every fuck I gave about you, I’d be intoxicated forever. I’d drink myself to death.
I exist in two places,
here and where you are.
Selected Poems (1965-1975) (Margaret Atwood)
The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving.
Send the wrong signals or use the wrong words and the whole thing can fall apart as fast as it began, even if the potential is there