"The delicate predator with anemone eyes." - Remy de Gormont (Angels of Perversity)
my sentence for today-
"I disappeared; a lambent memory in the night sky of his remembrance. "
The past week, I've been considering the complications of my previous relationship.
Relationships perplexes life; to love though, should be natural and simple. I found someone easy to love, I feel extremely grateful for this. As for the previous love, it will never be understood, I suspect. And never really resolved, it is what it was.