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i'm kristen
i talk to strangers.
I want to run with reckless emotion, find out if love is the size of the ocean. Even if I crash and burn
at least I'll know what it's like to feel alive
at least I'll know what it's like to feel alive
It’s so hard to describe. It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like…gravity moves. When you see him, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. He does. And nothing matters more than him. And you would do anything for him, be anything for him…You become whatever he needs you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend.
I wondered how long this could last. Maybe someday, years from now—if the pain would just decrease to the point where I could bear it—I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life. And, if it were possible that the pain would ever soften enough to allow me to do that, I was sure that I would feel grateful for as much time as he’d given me. More than I’d asked for, more than I’d deserved. Maybe someday I’d be able to see it that way.