“ We pretended to be of mud instead of stars. We pretended not to fly. ”
I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
~ Shana Abe
She did what she could for him. She kissed him in return. She lost her breath and both her hearts, and finally Turned to smoke and back.
