Someone who means a lot to me hurt my feelings real bad when I told her how I was feeling. "How can you be depressed if you're so happy all the time?" And I just shook my head and said, "you're lucky you don't know the answer to that question.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in peoples eyes when they realise they're in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up. I love .
And she knew without a doubt, that all the broken, shattered forgotten pieces of her soul were worth putting back together again, because she became her beloved and found new light and love along the way