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“Put up that guard and pretend to disparage something you want because you’re not sure how to get it.”
livelihood. Knowledge is the greatest charity because it continues giving.”
When we’re young, we live for the good times, setting moments on fire, laughing and dancing in the flames. We’re invincible. No one tells you the memories may haunt you like ghosts, knocking around when the house is quiet and you’re alone with your regret. No one tells you about the rubble of your destruction. No one tells you that you’ll get burned, and those fiery moments become your mistakes. At least no one told me. I wish they had. With this good man at my side who deserves more than the ashes of my transgressions, I wish more than anything someone had told me.
Your story is your most powerful weapon. We must use our hurts to help.
I want to ask her if telling her story, making it a weapon, is truly worth what it costs her, because I have a story I think I have to tell.
“I could get used to taking care of you.”
I want to protect it from everyone who would question it, who would cheapen it, who would destroy it. The need to protect this connection rises so fiercely inside me that for a moment it steals my breath.
I want him fiercely. Not the handsome face, or the tower of muscle and bone. I want his secrets. I want his dreams. I want his hopes. I want everything I’ve never cared about with anyone else.
It didn’t take long, and it’s not fully formed, but I want to keep walking in his direction as much as he wants to keep walking in mine.
He’s more important to me than I am to me, and I’m more important to him than he is to himself.
He has worked himself into my crevices, woven himself into the pattern of my life so intricately, I’d have to pick him out slowly and painfully with something sharp to separate him from the fibers of my heart.
