because that’s the thing i didn’t understand about fate: there’s always a moment when you do have a choice. standing there in the shallows, watching the wave roll in; feeling its power, knowing it might pull you under, but believing the water will carry your weight all the same. But you have to decide: give yourself up and surrender to a force far greater than you will ever understand, or turn and walk away- live the rest of your days safe on dry land, knowing that when it mattered most of all, you weren’t brace enough to risk it. You weren’t brave enough to love
my mom always aid, there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane. You can count on a breeze, steady and sure and true. But there’s nothing steady about a hurricane. Sure its a thrill like nothing you’ve ever known: your pulse kicks, your body calls to it, like a spirit possessed. It’s wild and breathless and all-consuming. but what comes next? “you see are hurricane coming you run” my mom told me. “you shut the doors, and you bar the windows, because come morning, there’ll be nothing but the wreckage left behind. I guess you never really know the danger, not until you’re the one left, huddled on the ground, surrounded by the pieces of your broken heart.