Fate Fell Short

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

“What is lonelier, to grieve or not love anyone enough to?”

I urge you: Come be angry at a nearer distance.

I sink into your eyes whenever I'm looking at you,

Your mother warns you about love. She tells you it will leave you hollow. You think she loved the wrong man. You think it will be different for you. And one day you will meet him, and your desire for him will haunt you till you cannot bear to be away from him. Nothing prepares you for what happens next. Love will come for you like a forest fire. And you will open your arms to it and him. You will take his burning even as you become ashes, but what good are ashes to a flame? When he is done, he will leave you in ashes and sorrow. And just like your mother, you will learn the more you give, the more love will leave you hollow. You will join the long legacy of women who warn their daughters about love.

“You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?”

The things I want, I want with you.