cotton candy

“Things are wonderful when we look at them with magic in our hearts.”

“These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.”

“Do you ever realize how badly youre going to miss a moment while youre living it? Like wow, these are the good days. I am here and I am happy and I am alive.”

“Love didn’t hurt you. Someone who doesn’t know how to love you hurt you. Don’t confuse the two.”

“You don’t gain anything from stressing. Remember that.”

There are conversations that happen only in the body, in the slow unfurling of skin, the damp press of forehead to shoulder. No words necessary, just the quiet negotiation of weight, the rise and fall of chests, a shared inhale. It’s a language learned in the dark, a grammar of touch, where every caress is a carefully placed comma, a pause, a moment of deep understanding before the next soft assertion of presence.

“I keep that memory somewhere inside me—where it’s safe. I take it out and look at it when I need to. As if it were a photograph.”

“I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.”

“At the end of the day if the worst thing someone can say about you is that you love too much, then you are doing nothing wrong.”