My heart goes ballistic with your every word. Your stories linger in my mind and find their way to my heart. Although in this space, romance is often doomed to fail before it even starts, I admit, I fell. I'm addicted. I'm in love.
Tuesday, July 12
Like Moth to a Flame
Why is it that confronted with something we know fully well would hurt us, we still jump eyes closed and plunge toward pain? Is it because pain is enticing and it is what reminds us that we're alive? Or is it because we succumb to our own hubris with the thought that surviving it can only make us stronger? Or is it because we feel helpless and just surrender?