Come, reza, ama

I'm arguing with him in my mind, I'm mad and lonely and remembering every hurtful thing he ever said or did to me. Plus I can't stop thinking about all our happiness together, the thrilling delirium when times were good.

I let him hold me for a while, longer than is necessarily merely friendly... This is a kind of hiding -I'm avoiding a simple good night kiss- But it's also a kind of not hiding too.

All the pain of human life is caused by words, as is all the joy.

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life