You’re gonna meet one great girl in this life. And from the moment you meet her, you’ll know she’s trouble. She’s gonna be weird, she’s gonna have attitude. She’s gonna make you do things you haven’t done. She’ll make you see things, she’ll make you feel.
You’re gonna love her against reason. But somewhere in the middle, she’s gonna get tired of everything. Don’t leave. Because if you do, I promise you, you’re gonna live every day of your life looking back and regretting why you never took the chance. Just stand by her, do not give up. Because you know.. You knew from the moment you met her…she’s worth it.
The worst crying is when you’re lying in bed, with your hand over your mouth so you don’t make noise. The tears are running onto your pillow and your heart’s breaking and you’re thinking of everything that made you cry, and your other hand is on your heart or stomach because they both hurt.
I think there are two types of writers, the architects and the gardeners. The architects plan everything ahead of time, like an architect building a house. They know how many rooms are going to be in the house, what kind of roof they’re going to have, where the wires are going to run, what kind of plumbing there’s going to be. They have the whole thing designed and blueprinted out before they even nail the first board up. The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed and water it. They kind of know what seed it is, they know if planted a fantasy seed or mystery seed or whatever. But as the plant comes up and they water it, they don’t know how many branches it’s going to have, they find out as it grows. And I’m much more a gardener than an architect.