“’Jane, Be Still; Don’t Struggle So Like A Wild, Frantic Bird, That Is Rending Its Own Plumage

“I mean...for me, I can love someone even if I wasn’t paid for. I love you and you don’t pay me.”

You know what the saddest thing is? You showed him the deepest corners of your soul. But he closed up like you never fucking happened. His fingertips lingered on your skin. You got so lost in his ocean eyes and his magical touch. The little mischievous smile he put on as he stroked your hair like you were his one and only. The way he pulled you into his arms. You were all his. Divine kisses through your body set you on fire. Every grip was holy — every whisper was celestial — every word felt like love — every dot was connected — every emotion was raw. The world stopped just for us, two lovebirds sharing the same heart beat and rhythm. “ilysm. Souls collided and divided. And now you’re stranded. Silence of his is too damn deafening. Theft of heart. Theft of joy. “ifmy.”

Practising Piper, Dornoch Show                        By Glyn Satterley

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

24.

I know it’s not the fairytale book you wanted, but this is better.

Enchanted (2007)