Inside my bubble.

“Maybe it’s not how something ends that matters. Maybe it’s about having something good, even for a little while.”

“Imagine going about your day knowing someone’s carrying you in their mind. That has to be the best part of being in love — the feeling of having a home in someone else’s brain.”

“In the end, the best we can hope for is that we’ve left our mark on the people who matter most to us, that we’ve loved them so well, a piece of us will forever remain a part of them.”

Everyone wants a strong woman until she actually stands up,  flexes her muscles, projects her voice Suddenly, she is too much.  She has forgotten her place. You love those women  as ideas, as fantasies Not as breathing, living humans threatening to be even better than you could ever be