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““You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.””

“I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.”

“Lying on an empty field, I looked at the clouds slowly finding their way to each other. Then not too long after, they rolled away from one another. It reminded me of how people come and go in life. Everything was nothing but a temporary moment. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” A soft, loving voice spoke, that brought me back to reality from my own thoughts. I looked down at the weight on my chest. She looked back at me with a smile on her face. “Yeah, it sure is,” I said, as I reached out to move a few strands of hair from her face, “Truly a sight for sore eyes.” She let out a laugh and ran her fingers over my eyebrows. We held each other’s gaze like how we held each other; tenderly. “Don’t ever forget.” “What?” “This moment,” she answered as she ran her nimble fingers over my face, as if to trace and remember every inch of it, “And me.””

“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.”

“This isn’t about resisting, but about longing, how it enters the body, shimmying between ribs.”

“We never believe we’re beautiful, no matter how many times we hear it. We never believe it until someone says it in the right way.”

“Then the feeling moves on. It does not collapse; it is not whisked away. It simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight.”

“You’d rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.”

“Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.”

“I hope you find someone you can’t live without. I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.”

“You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having you wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world.”

I don’t know why I have this “need” to be romantically involved with someone. Is it because of age? Being a hopeless romantic? Or just being damn emotional?

“It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.”