That feeling when you’re reading a book and maybe it’s a love scene, or maybe it’s a character learning something about him or herself, or maybe it’s something that you’ve always thought but never knew anyone else thought or felt that way too, and your whole body grows warm and tingly and there are tears in your eyes… that. That’s why I read. To feel. To connect. To understand. To have my whole body warmed while I forget to breathe.
you push me away, and yet my hearts yearns for you, runs for you. what can i say? my feelings for you are like running barefoot on a bed of roses. even as the thorns prickle me beneath my feet, how can i give up when the deep red under me spreads far and wide, just like my love for you? you may think that you hurt me, but what are a few thorns compared to the fragrance of the roses and the softness of their petals?