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In pain they seemed to want to burrow into each other, completely disregarding the distance that created.
Are the stories we tell ourselves true or based on what we dream them to be?
Like a leaf that drank from the morning dew, you didn’t question the morning sunrise or the sweet taste on your mouth. You just drank.
“We all need a sense of purpose,”
No one ever told you what to do when love went away. It was always about capturing love, and keeping love. Not about watching it walk out the door to die alone rather than in your arms.
His name was
Conway Twitty the Kitty, and Naomi loved him.
Love wasn’t about numbers, Naomi realized then. It wasn’t about selling yourself or wanting anything in return. It wasn’t about hoping for safety. It was just— That purr.
Everyone needs faith: faith that even though the world is full of evil, a suitor will come and kiss us awake; faith that the girl will escape the tower, the big bad wolf will die, and even those poisoned by malevolence can be reborn, as innocent as purity itself.
This is something I know: no matter how far you have run, no matter how long you have been lost, it is never too late to be found.
