With you, it seems like the movie could keep going.
Women of Word
I get hurt a little too loudly and scream a little too quietly
Don’t you miss the days things weren’t just ok, they were good?
For all the Wooden Boxes in the Sea
So let me get this straight, you’re asking me to bottle my heart, my emotions, currently in an open mess; tie them up neatly, into a tight knit ball. Place my heart, now in a tight knit ball, into a wooden box and chuck said box into the sea.
But, one day that box is gonna hit a rock and that tight knit ball is going to unravel out my heart, which is going to come exploding out, bubbling forth, causing waves and ripples you never knew could exist.
Will you be ready for that day?
Ok.. .
I’m ok, I wrote on page 29 of this book… I’m ok and “courage doesn’t roar” and it “whispers” for “tomorrow” (says Audrey), and, but I’m ok. I don’t need announcements this second because, in this second, I’m ok. And, every second counts, right?
Learning?
What I’ve learned is that we’re all good, deep down, we have to be, right? If we weren’t, how could the Earth breathe for so many cycles?
But, then, I look at the evidence and realize, no, maybe we all believe we’re good, and there’s the difference between being good and not. The difference is that our beliefs might be wrong. Are we humble enough to accept that?
Chance(s)?
What I wouldn’t do for another chance with him; a third, a fourth chance with him. Chances until we get it right chance, with him.
Excerpts (I had difficulty spelling excerpts)
He turns away, and I instantly regret questioning the depth of his stare. A surge of passion overwhelms me. Cut it out, that’s not you. It’s as if my arms aren’t registering my brain, and I see them travel away from my body. They reach for his collar. Gently turning his soft golden curls in my direction, I let my fingers slide up to his face. He turns towards me as I let my eyes sink into his. He leans in, and his gaze settles upon me. Where it must be, where it always should be.
Just so you know, secretly, I would. I’d be the first to.
His dimples intensified, crumbling all the strength I held within.
But just so you know, I’d also do so for almost anyone. So, honestly, don’t get too flattered.
Well, just glad to be anyone for you.
Um, ok…
Clearly, he was the cheese, and I was the wine.
But, those dimples. Those dimples remained in my presence for the rest of the night. The way they must. The way they always should.
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