Saturday, November 12, 2011

small things

the only person i want to show my words so badly to

always misunderstands what they mean

or even

does not understand what they mean at all

i read a book that is so beautiful i do not care if everyone else is thinking otherwise

it has the word god in its title

and when i read the part about the love of an ex-wife and an ex-husband

my heart shatters

it says,
in the year she knew him, before they were married, she discovered a little magic in herself, and for a while felt like a blithe genie released from her lamp. she was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for chacko was actually a tentative, timorous, acceptance of herself.

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