Today’s word was interminable, meaning never-ending. Like his loneliness. Like the love he felt for Kate. Like the awful hurt that wouldn’t go away.
Today I wore a pair of faded old jeans and a plain grey baggy shirt. I hadn’t even taken a shower, and I did not put on an ounce of makeup. I grabbed a worn out black oversized jacket to cover myself with even though it is warm outside. I have made conscious decisions lately to look like less of what I felt a male would want to see. I want to disappear.
Love is not control, Logan. Love is partnership. Friendship. A wise man once said, ‘If you want to be loved, be lovable.
To be forgotten by the one to whom you never forget is the worst thing ever happens.
This is what I will do from now; I will hurt you.
Don’t let your tears be seen; it may hurt someone else’s happiness.
Hoping fast that my arrow’s flight is steady and true,
I need this, I need my arrow to find you,
To pierce your skin and enter your undecided heart, Please, oh please, this can be our brand new start, Maybe it’s not meant to be, Maybe my arrow will miss and strike a tree,
But my love for you is strong, it guides my arrow,
I cannot miss, the window to your heart is very narrow, It slams shut igniting embers and sparking fury spatter, To my heart and your window, we are known as ‘shatter.
Happy and sad are words for the same feeling in different time zones.
He was a loving father, but he did his loving in private. Quietly, he would tell his daughter to drive safely. On her wedding day, when he walked her down the aisle, he’d whisper the words to her. But today, above the noise, he would have to shout it.
There’s a problem with wounded birds, Cassie,” Connor said. “Either they fly away from you one day, or else they never get better. They stay hurt no matter what you do.