Lots of Pink Plaid

If he truly loves you, he will love you when you are an ocean breeze, but also when you are a summer storm. You were not made to be loved in parts, you were meant to be loved as a whole.

How beautiful to find a heart that loves you without asking you for anything but to be okay.

What if you didn’t run? This one time. What if you stayed, and let love overtake you?

I used to think that any man of mine had to live up to a list of my expectations. I was wrong. Love has no list.

She is the place that I am. She is a stranger.

She is the strange that I am beginning to love.

I feel her impenetrability — I can’t grasp her. She eludes me, evades me, yet I can’t stop wanting from her. Her judgments of me are like a thorn, an arrow, a barbed hook. I writhe. I want to get away and I want her to draw me in, both at the same time.