But, most of all, I have learned that love has no language, and that the quicker humanity understands that, the quicker we will begin to understand each other.
How does that make sense? We no longer live in an era where physical labor is something the majority of workers do, so how is physical exhaustion the sign of a job well done?
If you are a traveling woman with such a heart, please know that you never have to apologize for being the whirlwind that you are. To anybody. Ever. You are beautiful and wild and you will hurt so much, but you will be okay.
For the man who loves me enough to urge me to leave, step by step with a knot in my throat and tears streaming down my cheeks, onto the next adventure.
I’ve tasted the earthy richness of vegetables in Africa. I’ve tasted the bitterness of coffee in South America. But none. I mean none. None of those compare to the Electric taste of your lips on mine For the first time.
I’ll think about how comforting it is to think of a man who resolves all of that guilt and excuses, all of my mistakes simply when I ask him to.
I want to actively work to know myself and understand what my soul wants so that when I turn fifty, I don’t suddenly freak out and think I’ve lost an entire youth to someone I don’t even want to be with.
In a box full of other cigarettes, I am not special. I am just like the rest. And I will be put out.