“ Like a consolation prize, the broken heart is often granted wisdom. ”
She remembered dating. She remembered feeling excited and reveling in the unknown. Dating was like hopscotch for giants. An adult game that made the heart jump instead of the feet. A game she used to enjoy.
~ Barbara Avon
What I know about love, I can write on the head of a matchstick.
You are every missing part of me.
I was feeling like I was floating two inches above the sidewalk every step of the way. Feeling, almost, a magnetic pull back towards her and I wondered at all, if she felt it too.
