If I come back to you now, can we be what we were before life’s uncertain rhythms tore us so far apart? If I return today, will your arms gather me in, or will I be wrenched away, snatched by riptide I have no power to resist? If I find my way to you, one man standing in a crowd, will I even know who you are?
Ellen HopkinsSad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable.
Ellen HopkinsBecause to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape
Ellen Hopkins