In loving myself, and allowing myself to be loved, I found myself: a priestess made from darkness and bone, divining my dreams, entangling myself in their ever present mystery.
You have the prettiest heart I have ever seen. You have inspired more tears than any man, but my tears have songs inside them. You and I have been in crowded rooms, fully clothed, and still shared more intimacy than I have with any man who has been naked in my bed.
Suddenly we were telling each other everyday those three magic words: "I love you." That this type of love is something stronger than everyone else’s because it’s not built on physical attraction, it’s based on the connection. I wasn’t a cold person anymore. I opened up, and fell in love with a ...
Perhaps I'm a Placitarian: a human being who is very likely to fall in love with a town, city, place or location. The sight of a tree or smell of a flower is always more than I expect. I've never looked at a tree and thought, "Wow, that is so disappointing." Nature always satisfies.
By “owning” my choices, I’m better able to appreciate that I chose a different path, the one that was more authentically me. Just because my life looks different than some of my friends’ right now, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t have its own unique value.
We play imaginary games of hard-to-get, not realizing that when no one else is aware that any such thing is happening, it becomes not so much a game as a fantasy with which we've entangled our minds. Losing ourselves even deeper in the process. We end the relationship before it’s begun. We stay ...