Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?
Too often the things you want the most are the things you can’t have. Desire leaves us heartbroken, it wears us out. But as tough as wanting something can be, the ones who suffer the most are those who don’t know what they want.
Do you ever just want to sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence?