Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
“You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humour that actually makes you laugh like you mean it, this and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realise that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.”
… but words are the knives that can tear a fragile friendship into a million ribbons, never to be whole again.
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth and the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
Life and love isn’t about what you gain.It’s about what you give.