We come to a corner where there are a few people protesting the festivities. I don't understand this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired. In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals. I kn…
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We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
I love you –I do –but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me…We can’t deny it.
It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.
I love you—I do—but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.
I love you – I do – but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me…We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.
When you love someone, they become your reason.
When you love someone, they become your reason.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
I no longer think she’s just being nice. She’s being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.
Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.
I love you-I do-but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me…We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.
This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of…
Ultimately, the universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us. That’s why we have to care about each other.
Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.
I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.
I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.
Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.
It is a hard cycle to conquer. The body is working against you. And because of this, you feel even more despair. Which only amplifies the imbalance. It takes uncommon strength to live with these things. But I have seen that strength over and over again.
There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.