10:52 a.m. - May 09, 2011
I wonder what it feels like to have someone run after you out of love, to throw pride and caution and hurt to the wind and say without shame, I want you, to pursue until the quarry yields. Or to love so violently that it runs through veins faster than a shot of heroin, immutable and iridescent, brave and vulnerable, like adrenaline on fire.
I would place love on my bucket list if I had a category for daydreams.
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