When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.
— Stephen King. “The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower”. (via fuckyeah-unclesteve)
She loved him, and would give him the benefit of the doubt. Of every doubt. Nor was this a choice. You could not turn off love… the way you’d turn off a faucet. Love ran from the heart, and the heart had it’s own imperatives.
True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring – once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome…except, of course, to those who the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seem to deepen and brighten around them.