I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.
I can’t say how every time I ever put my arms around you I felt that I was home.
let it go - the let them go - the let all go - the so comes love
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise - let it go it
was sworn to
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers - you must let them go they
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things - let all go
let it go - the
let them go - the
let all go - the
so comes love
Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.
Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.
The fact that you’re struggling doesn’t make you a burden. It doesn’t make you unloveable or undesirable or undeserving of care. It doesn’t make you too much or too sensitive or too needy. It makes you human. Everyone struggles. Everyone has a difficult time coping, and at times, we all fall apart. During these times, we aren’t always easy to be around — and that’s okay. No one is easy to be around one hundred percent of the time. Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult. And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad. But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being. The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved. You can be difficult and still be cared for. You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness.
When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
You’re going to have a lot of first kisses. You’re going to want it to be special, so you remember. It’s where you go from being a stranger to knowing someone. And every kiss after that is a shadow of that kiss.
Why did they not have done with this searching and agony? Why did they not kiss each other simply? She wished to kiss him. But all the time she went on spinning out words.