It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

But I want to feel like life matters. I had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.

I saw his scars - the visible ones-and saw how breaking him had not made him any less beautiful. If anything, he stood stronger, because he'd survived.

..I've been trying to argue myself into thinking these things don't matter, A. Really,I have. But I've lost the argument. And I can't keep having it, when I know what the real answer is.

If you let the world in, you open yourself up to the world. Even if the world doesn't know that you're there.

This isn't even something I've feared, because I never knew it was a possibility.

And who am I to blow against the wind?