Adventure seeker

i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away. 

my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm. 

I was at a club once and my friend left with her boyfriend so I finished my drink and was heading out to the parking lot when three girls came up to me and basically surrounded me. 

And then one day, you wake up and realize that there is no way to go back to the way things were. Because people change, people leave, and people die. And this world we live in waits for no one.

Most days I wish I’d never met you ‘cause then I could sleep at night. I didn’t have to walk around with the knowledge that there was someone like you out there. I didn’t have to watch you throw it all away.

She was not good on the phone. She needed the face, the pattern of eyes, nose, trembling mouth… People talking were meant to look at a face…With a phone, you said words, but you never watched them go in.

I always thought I had to push harder to find happiness. Now I can see I just had to let go.

Isn’t it funny how fate brought us together but it’s also fate that tore us apart?

Meeting you felt familiar. As though I were arriving home after a long journey a far. This is how I knew it was always meant to be you.

If you could go anywhere in the world right now would it be to a ‘where’ or to a ‘who?’

The purpose of art is mystery.

“I never believed that love wasn’t enough until we ended. I moved mountains, I parted seas for you, and we still crumbled. Weren’t we supposed to be stronger together? No matter how long I held you, I could never strangle your demons. No matter how hard you kissed me, you could never suffocate my fears. Maybe we were both trying to be each other’s saviors so desperately that we became our own enemies. I despised myself because I couldn’t fix you. One heart can’t hold both hate and love. Maybe our disgust for ourselves overpowered our desire for each other. Now we just suffer separately. We could never make it work. I’d still try a thousand more times, I would move a thousand more mountains and part a thousand more seas if it meant I could get broken by you again. Pain from the right person is more comfortable than love from the wrong one.”