Her emotions are not a cry for help or an attempt to be the center of attention, they’re her grip on reality. They’re her reminder that life is messy, that there’s no such thing as ‘normal.’
I learned long ago that when you fall in love, you don’t just stop the moment they walk away.
True, unadulterated intimacy will always be the produce of two people communicating heart-to-heart – not ego-to-ego.
This is better than being in love.
It’s all too late now.
Being aware of the vast spectrum of human emotions doesn’t make me weak, it doesn’t make me inferior.
Yelling at your spouse solves nothing…and only makes things worse.
They knew that when you take someone home you’re obviously not going to be alone. But as they both laid there, they had never felt more alone.
She appeared to be a fully functional human but only she knew she wasn’t. She was a mere body of flesh and bones with memories buried deep inside her soul.
I shut everyone and everything out. I don’t want to be vulnerable except the real scary thing is that I do. With you.