lit nights

I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.
—  Benjamin Alire SáenzLast Night I Sang to the Monster
I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.
—  Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster 
There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.
—  Jim Butcher, White Night
I always leave, and I don’t understand. I think I always leave because i am scared to witness myself become unwanted and forgotten in those lives. So i leave before it ever gets to that point, but i never stay long enough to see it never was going to