Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
|This is the Personal blog of a Teenager, one who's resolution is to steadily leave behind her Scarlett O' Hara personality gradually become Melanie Hamilton. If you can't already tell, I love Gone With The Wind, but don't worry, there's more to me.|