I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
The mind is angry but the heart still cares.
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.
It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.
Exist with me. We’d do so beautifully.
I’ll tell you
To leave me
When you do.
"What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten.”
I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here.
But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.