Archive for the month "June, 2012"

book, love-know how, theoretical, love

Vol. 2 Ch. 6 P. 11

band, applause, backseat, stage, music

Vol. 2 Ch. 6 P. 10

egg shell, crack,

Vol. 2 Ch. 6 P. 9

Music knows all about the mistakes we made, the loves we lost, the tears we shed. Yet, we don't stop music when it talks about our secrets. Instead, we listen.

Vol. 2 Ch. 6 P. 8

The only real distance between two people is not measured in length, but in time -- the time it takes to fall, to grow apart, to heal, and to forget.

Vol. 2 Ch. 6 P. 7

You used to push me on the swing when I was too young, too small, too light. When I could finally do it by myself, you stepped back and watched from afar. You let me be, but you waited, ready to rush to my side in case I needed you. Through the years, I got on many swings — some higher and rustier than most — and with each one, I needed you less. But you never stopped watching and waiting, even when you knew I was strong enough to take care of myself. If you've ever wondered where I get strength, I want you to know that I get it from you.

Vol. 2 Ch. 6 P. 6

Sometimes, when I look closely, the dirt is still visible in between the tiny cracks. I remember when I used to rub them clean to no avail, but I have come to accept the fact that a part of you is meant to stay. Now, all I have to do is look away.

Vol. 2 Ch. 6 P. 5

fairy tales, books, fiction

Vol. 2 Ch. 6 P. 4

I do not wish for you to come back. I only wish you did not leave.

Vol. 2 Ch. 6 P. 3

"I don't understand. Why is everyone calling me a hero? I didn't save anybody." "You did. You save yourself--that made them believe they can do the same for themselves."

Vol. 2 Ch. 6 P. 2