Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes, you'll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes, you'll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room. So true.
I will miss you always, even in the moments when you are right beside me. Time apart has planted longing inside me and I do not think it is a weed that will even stop growing. It will always live there, but my god, it grows the most spectacular flowers.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in the wild suspicion that she wasn't all she should be I love her and that is the beginning of everything.
And in the morning they shook their pillows violently, hoping all the dreams they lost that night would tumble out. Tiny story by thedustdancest from The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories Volume 2 - Joseph Gordon Levitt