Too Late

by Colleen Hoover

I cried because I realized that no matter who he’s become, a part of me still has empathy for him… because I don’t know how not to.

It’s odd how the slightest touch from that simple hand can cause such a disturbance inside of me.

Asa is faithful to me.

Ummmmm not really lol

Worries flow from her lips like the random words that flow from her fingertips. I reach out and try to catch them, clenching them in my fists, wanting nothing more than to catch them all.

I read once that the difference between an extrovert and an introvert isn’t how you act in a group setting. It’s whether or not those group settings give you fuel or drain you. An introvert can outwardly appear to others to be an extrovert, and vice versa. But it all comes down to how those interactions influence you internally.

That’s all those were. Words. A few simple words strung together, but they held just enough power to physically stop me in my tracks.

“Love finds you in the forgiveness at the tail end of a fight. Love finds you in the empathy you feel for someone else. Love finds you in the embrace that follows a tragedy. Love finds you in the celebration after the conquering of an illness. Love finds you in the devastation after the surrender to an illness.”

Love shouldn’t feel like added weight. It should make you feel as light as air.

that’s the difference between being loved the right way and the wrong way. You either feel tethered to an anchor… or you feel like you’re flying.