She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that’s what love is—a total contradiction that somehow balances out.
The truth just hurts less when it is not parading around in front of us. See, I only doused myself in gasoline when you handed me that match because I was tired of being a metaphor. I mean, why is it always about burning? We never did find that bridge. Never did burn it down.