I’d spent so many years imagining the event, placing myself in the crowd, that I wondered if maybe, in the end, it wouldn’t matter if I actually felt the flames of the bonfire on my face. I often wondered the same thing about being kissed. Or falling in love. Did I need to experience them if I could imagine them?
The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
by Leslye Walton (via seattlebooks
I feel this way about almost everyone, like I haven’t left a mark in that persons life and they haven’t in mine.. Just observing each other’s existence but never fitting together comfortably
Being happy is a very personal thing—and it really has nothing to do with anyone else .