'She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately- a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us and we in each other's arms oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.' //
Life will never be perfect no matter how hard you try. Even if you pour your heart and soul into it, you will never have that perfection you seek. There will always be broken hearts. There will always be days where nothing goes right. But I have accepted and learned that even the most imperfect things will always be made better with love, laughter and joy.
