Love Lettres

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and choose you.

I love your loneliness. It is brave. It makes the universe want to protect you.

As you get older you start doing things in reverse. You start cutting people out from your life. Your Christmas list becomes practically nonexistent. You don’t need to be the first in line for everything. You take less pictures because some memories are best kept in your heart and not your hard drive. And instead of looking for love, you dig for it from within.

It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.

General Wolf Rules for Life