Sometimes I'm not sure how to tell my husband the things I feel - I hope this blog is able to convey all the things I can never say.Ask me anything
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing. Sherman Alexie, The Toughest Indian In The World (via happinesslists)
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