Because words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.
Deb CalettiLove seems to be something to approach with caution, as if you'd come across a wrapped box in the middle of the street and have no idea what it contains.
Deb CalettiMaybe it was wrong, or maybe impossible, but I wanted the truth to be one thing. One solid thing.
Deb CalettiIt's strange, isn't it, how the idea of belonging to someone can sound so great? It can be comforting, the way it makes things decided. We like the thought of being held, until it's too tight. We like that certainty, until it means there's no way out. And we like being his, until we realize we're not ours anymore.
Deb Caletti