Feelings are like tonsils. Mostly useless, and occasionally a source of pain and discomfort.
Sometimes the heart hides itself behind the mind.
I loved her… my soul sang the words I could never say to her out loud.
I love her. I don't know how it happened, or why, but I do. Something in me connects to something in her. I've felt it since the day we met.
Own this love, Wes. It's not just hers. It's yours too.
"Beauty and pain," she said, almost to herself. "I don't think you can separate the two."
"Maybe pain exists to make us appreciate the beauty."
"Maybe pain exists to make us appreciate the beauty."
I love how a few words, carefully chosen, can elicit deep reactions. Or evoke a certain mood, or make you feel something real.
For you, I would
bring down the stars,
wreath their fire
around your neck
like diamonds,
and watch them
pulse
to the beat of your heart
bring down the stars,
wreath their fire
around your neck
like diamonds,
and watch them
pulse
to the beat of your heart
I worried I would grow up to be trash too, and would hurt any woman I might someday love, so I vowed not to love anyone.
