Love is blind, they say-but isn't it more that love makes us see too much? Isn't it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?
Love
Kisses open doors, I've noticed. That one gesture can unlock secrets, ease open feelings. It can't be prevented-these kisses just are. It's how they work. They break into basements you never knew you had.
Love is as varied and unpredictable as the rain is: it comes in constant summer drizzles, or sudden, unforseen storms that make rivers burst their banks and Cornish fishing boats rock and spill and lose their crew in the Atlantic.
It takes so little... to lose it; grief and disappointment can takes one's faith away so easily that you might wake one morning and have none left.
Faith, Grief, Disappointment
Your heart's voice is your true voice. It is easy to ignore it, for sometimes it says what we'd rather it did not - and it is so hard to risk the things we have. But what life are we living, if we don't live by our hearts? Not a true one. And the person living it is not the true you.
Life, Heart, Living
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories which can lessen the pain at losing a person you have loved, and will always love. There are no rules, with loss.
Pain, Loss, Grief
I have learnt that nothing stays the same. Today might seem the same as yesterday but no day ever is; we may want no changes to ever come, but changes do, in time. They cannot be helped; it is how the world turns.
Change
We have our stories, and we speak of them, and weave them into other people's stories - that's how it goes, does it not?
Fiction
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