Part of Your World

Love follows you. It goes where you go. It doesn’t know about social divides or distance or common sense. It doesn’t even stop when the person you love dies. It does what it wants. Even if what you want is to not be in love.

There is a peace in knowing the one thing you can’t live without. It simplifies all things. There was her, and then there was everything and everyone else. And only she really mattered. It was easy to know it.

Nothing could convince me this woman wasn’t made for me to love. I think my soul recognized hers the second I laid eyes on her.

It’s amazing how someone can touch you, even if you only know them for a moment in time. How they can change you, alter you indelibly.

Give up some of your fucks and see how much easier things are. You’re just spending all your time trying to please everyone else, and it’s making you miserable.

“Why is everything so hard?” “Because you have too many fucks to give.”

Sometimes what you have to give is enough.

I loved them, but I saw them for what they were.

Eight thousand nerves in the clitoris and still not as sensitive as a white man not getting his way.