in a heartbeat;

I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

You have to decide who you are and force the world to deal with you, not with its idea of you.

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.