FleurBunny

I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too.

Sometimes people leave before we’re done needing them.

Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.

There is something feeble and a little contemptible about a man who cannot face the perils of life without the help of comfortable myths.

Why do I write. Perhaps in order not to go mad. Or, on the contrary, to touch the bottom of madness.

Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about them.

I like a man who wears his soul on his face.