I wanted color. I wanted to soar with happiness even if it meant dealing with the weight of fear and guilt, too. I wanted to live.
Beauty, happiness, they’re things so big they can’t capture them with their scientific words. It’s like what they used to call magic.
History isn’t all fact–it’s just the story the victors tell to keep themselves in power. And it’s been a slow revision. The more time passes, the easier it becomes to reinvent the past.
If we don’t fight, we’ve already lost. Without hope, without trying, there’s no point.
Having something to fight for will make us stronger than anything they can throw at us.
His lips ever so gently touched mine, and suddenly I felt everything stirring inside me grow wings, let loose, and fly.
Being with him made me want to make my own dreams, discover my own path. I was my best self when I was with him.
That you exist this way, Zoe, you’re the ultimate proof that we can be so much more than just the sum of our parts and knee-jerk impulses. Something about you just could not be controlled, just had to be free.
I loved you before I even knew the name for it. Everyday I’d sit beside you, inhaling your scent, looking at your beautiful face. Every night, dreaming about you. You eclipsed everything else. It was you. Always you.
Don’t you understand? I want to spend my life with you. I want you to be there when I go to bed at night and when I wake up in the morning.
He pulled me closer until his lips breathed me in, until we were sharing one breath.
It means that two people start loving each other. I guess because it can feel really sudden and because it’s powerful. Like gravity–an unstoppable force.
There was something else I couldn’t quite define–something that made me uneasy. We were a wrong fit, like unmatching puzzle pieces.