You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearth fires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.
Excerpt: The Name of the Wind, Patrick Rothfuss
Listening to: Newp, sorry not Owl City. My earphones are being serenaded by Back to December, Taylor Swift..
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you
Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine
Doing? Well it’s vacation – Day #2 – went for a long walk along the shore, earphone music blending with waves as memories skipped along the sand evading the waves.
I love the company of people, but I love my own company as well.
Sometimes I just want to be alone with me, letting my heart and mind play unfairly; unleashing old feelings, allowing them to run riot so I can forgive, so I can forget. Today was that kinda day…