she didn’t move. she just looked at me. the flinch | musing no. 18 — now live.
you don’t always need words.
sometimes silence is louder than touch.
— author
Uggghh, I remember reading this previously and was so wrenched by it that I felt sick.
There’s a song, “I was in love with the thought that we were in love with each other.” What you wrote sounds a little like that.
I’m so sorry.
some pieces aren’t meant to be read.
they’re meant to be felt—
and survived.
you don’t always need words.
sometimes silence is louder than touch.
— author
Uggghh, I remember reading this previously and was so wrenched by it that I felt sick.
There’s a song, “I was in love with the thought that we were in love with each other.” What you wrote sounds a little like that.
I’m so sorry.
some pieces aren’t meant to be read.
they’re meant to be felt—
and survived.
— author