He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all.
All The Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy
It hurt because it mattered.
If I could I would shrink myself, and sink through your skin to your blood cells, and remove whatever makes you hurt.
But I am too weak to be your cure.
it keeps me going that guys can really feel like this about a girl. maybe someday someone will actually feel like this about me.