Don’t Be Indifferent To Love, Be Brave
If indifference is the opposite of love, how could I possibly be desirous of a quality so lacking in character, so inconsistent with my natural propensity?
If indifference is the opposite of love, how could I possibly be desirous of a quality so lacking in character, so inconsistent with my natural propensity?
A letter addressed to me. How strategic of him, I reeled. How selfish. How spot-on. I love letters.
Right now their every move is made in the effort of discovery. They expect nothing from one another yet.
So we can spend time with the people and moments we miss. So we can emphasize the meaning and make light of the madness. A writer writes so she can read herself once she is well enough.
There’s nothing to be afraid of if you do everything with the purpose of getting closer to yourself.
Two people can live in similar ways, they can read books and take long walks and find joy in the simple things, but that doesn’t mean they belong together.
I was not functioning. My love was angry and wild. I often felt too crippled to leave her. I wanted to stay inside her office forever.
You are the worst kind of person and yet here I am with you still on my mind.
Maybe it’s not enough to just be rosy-eyed and hopeful. Maybe it takes the humility that comes
with heartbreak to get us hungry for our own great love again.
Beneath those tears of yours is a shaking woman shackled in fear. Do not hide her. Help her. She needs your honesty.