Not just when its easy. All the time. Ann Aguirre More Quotes by Ann Aguirre More Quotes From Ann Aguirre I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye. Ann Aguirre kissing cutting sweet But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took. Ann Aguirre razors fields steps His face held a certain impassivity; you see it in all waiters and valets. They might want to jam a knife through your left eye socket, but you'd never know it from their expression. Working retail, I've acquired a similar look myself. Ann Aguirre knives eye expression Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the gold we glimpsed in distant hills pales as dross compared to treasure we had in hand. Ann Aguirre stupid men hands But the world moves on, even when you don’t want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops. That’s harsh and magical and somewhat comforting because nothing is immutable, however much we want it to be. Moments cannot be caught like fossils in amber, ever- perfect,ever-beautiful. They go dark and raw, full of shadows, leaving you with the memories. And the world moves on. Ann Aguirre beautiful memories moving But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become. Ann Aguirre creatures accepting missing I imagine the ones we’ve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes that’s terrifying, and sometimes it’s reassuring, a promise of homecoming. Ann Aguirre light waiting promise I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do. Ann Aguirre scar done bears He is not the same person as when we met, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever. Ann Aguirre mets pushing persons I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down. Ann Aguirre ready news lying We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind. Ann Aguirre arms legs block For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice. Ann Aguirre choices matter promise I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet. Ann Aguirre ifs knows . . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other. Ann Aguirre love-each-other soul dream So I make no effort to hide my pain. I don’t ever put it all on display like this—but for today and all the rest of the days of the trial, I must. My every flinch, every flicker of pain, will be magnified a hundred times over, then dissected by the pundits and talking heads. But I’m told it’s necessary; the world needs to see me vulnerable and wounded. I cannot appear not to care or to lack remorse, but that removes a crucial component of my self- defense mechanism and leaves me bleeding for all the world to see. I suppose that’s rather the point. Ann Aguirre pain self talking For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom. Ann Aguirre crazy soul heart Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now. Ann Aguirre selfish leaving mean Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another. Ann Aguirre unique love-is giving Survival feels like cowardice. Ann Aguirre cowardice survival feels If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and beat her half to death. The strength of that impulse scared me, and I took a step back. Deuce the girl was every bit as vicious as the Huntress, it seemed Ann Aguirre cutting girl hair
