I once read that you fell in love like how you fell asleep: slowly at first and then all at once.
Wasn't love a kind of chaos theory? One small look, one smile or one word could alter the course of a life forever.
There's so much that's shitty in this world, when you find something that shines against all the dirt and darkness, you gravitate toward it.
A butterfly flutters its wings in Malaysia and the changes in air currents cause a hurricane in Florida. I love that idea. That even one tiny action can create an enormous effect.
I had a sense of being dropped straight into the middle of a book without having read the early chapters.
He pulled me toward him, wrapping his arms around me. A sob rose to my throat but I choked it down, and held him tight. As tight as he held me, and wherever we touched became proof to one another that we were not alone.
I knew I was treading on thin ice. Criticism of anyone's art, no matter how good the intentions, could be risky business.
