In the Unlikely Event

by L.J. Shen

Sometimes you meet people who are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours.

“I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.” —A.S. Byatt

Weakness, hate, desire, How I’d love to light your soul on fire, In a room full of pretty lost girls and bad broken boys, You will find me, dip me in ice, and drown all the white noise, I want to see the world through your eyes and fall in love, But most of all, I am frightened you don’t really exist, Because then my fairytale has no beauty, Just a sad, lonely beast.

“That was a minute ago. It’s time to move on. Don’t let the little things in life bother you, yeah?”

“Find what you love and let it kill you.”

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about this life, it’s that you should find friends who love seeing you win and will support you when you lose.

Hate is the closest thing to love you can squeeze out of the unattainable.

There’s life everywhere you look. Even in objects. But there is death, too.

Moral of the story: clutching something desperately doesn’t mean you’re going to keep it. You might just kill it.

“Because it still burns. Old flames burn you all the same.”

Love is like that, don’t you feel? Deadly, kind of. The more you prolong and stretch it like a leather leash, the more painful when it finally snaps and hits you.