I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself – my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong turns that have stacked unbearable regret upon my shoulders.
Why bring him in my life at all when he never was meant to stay?
my love is a winter’s mist
through the window
at the nape of your neck.
You’re not like other girls, you know that, right?’ Ed asks.
‘I’ve been aware of the problem,’ I tell him.
If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.
Because I know if I sit down and start to write out how it feels…. it all becomes too real… the pain becomes too much. But that’s the weird part because I feel so empty, like there no longer is a heart living where there used to be one, so why am I feeling pain?
He offered her power, money, status…
a giant prison, all in exchange
for only…her soul.
Do you trust me to be strong enough…strong enough to love you in the way you need to be loved?
You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth.
You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.
It is my job-no,-my privilege-to make the fire become an inferno. -Gray