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“from over here, love looks so sweet. but… so. terrifying. because i don't yet know how. how to be so close to someone and not crumble into a wild mess of love where i lose me. the last time i got close… my god, how i lost me. so much that i could barely feel me. or hear me. and it's the deepest ache i've ever known when i can't feel me. so i'm still learning… how not to dim and quiet and run and hide and tame me. how to hold my own fire even when my heart catches fire. how to hold on so tight to my own depths that even when i'm tangled deep in you… i'm still always mine.”

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“your standards for love are going to make some people uncomfortable. they will try to make you feel like those standards are too high. i think it’s because those standards threaten that person’s comfort zones. what you believe in either challenges how they treat people… or how they've accepted being treated. but none of that is about you. this is your own life, and it will be your own love and your own heart. so don’t ever let anyone make you question your own standards… keep them high.”

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“your standards for love are going to make some people uncomfortable. they will try to make you feel like those standards are too high. i think it’s because those standards threaten their comfort zones. what you believe in either challenges how they treat people… or how they've accepted being treated. but none of that is about you. this is your own life, and it will be your own love and your own heart. so don’t ever let anyone make you question your own standards… keep them high.”

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“those three words… i can't say those three. little. words. because… i can't say it in three words. i can't speak these things small because i don't feel these things ordinary. i can't look at you and feel. all. these. things. and try to fit them into predetermined patterns or say them to you like some sort of easy habit; these things that i feel are star things and soul things and all of my everything, things. so when you ask… “do you?” i do, and i will… but out here where it's wild and up here where it's infinite and in me where i feel you, where i've always. felt. you… even before this. and where i'll feel you after this, and beyond this… so what i can't say means nothing. and it means everything. and what i mean when i say to you… burn out the stars with me …that's my way of asking for your forevers.”

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“wolves and lovers… wolves and lovers, restless and running wild, we need more than an ordinary love and a tamed life because some aches are made of everything. craving. everything. from the soul-deep to being tangled up in heartbeats and bite marks and body heat… driven by instincts and drunk on moonlight, we need a life made of things we can chew on, and nights where we find ourselves when we lose a little sleep and we feel the blood in our veins and the passion in our chests like kerosene… so i'll go with you, if you'll come with me… and we'll burn… we'll run… we'll love.”

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“sometimes, letting go is an exorcism. it's standing on a bridge in the mountains in the black of the night and screaming to the stars as you throw that necklace they gave you out into the canyon. and you watch it fall into every bit of the black below just to make sure to yourself that you will never, ever hold it again… to make sure you understand that they will never, ever hold you again. and it's chewing them out of your heart the way you used to bite down into their chest, and with that same intensity you used to feel when you were that close to them. an excruciating. exorcism. burning it all down and leaving it all behind and gutting yourself inside out until you remove every last trace. but sometimes… letting go is just noticing. a little change in your breath. how it comes a little easier from your lungs. how you feel just a little different in your skin, like it holds a little less memory of their fingertip touch and a little more texture of who you are. and then sometimes… it's finally surrendering. giving in to the loosening of your grip on what you can no longer hold on to because it just hurts too. much. to keep holding on. so you decide it might be ok- it might be essential to start letting go. and you let go just a little bit. and then a little bit more. and you let it fall through your fingers again and again and again until you finally feel free.”

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