❝ I know what love is, only because I long for it with every fiber of my being. ❞
‘ juliet . . . ’ the name , a soft prayer : lord , send my cousin guidance , send her a wave of calm , ACCEPTANCE OF WHAT IT IS SHE CANNOT CHANGE , that which life has allowed her , restriction . her own brows furrow , an expression of dutiful consideration . thoughts & words circulate , mind calculating –––– ‘ longing makes us fools . it’s the feeling you’ve imagined . it’s not real . love ––– isn’t . . . concrete . . . ’ blinking , she shakes her head . ‘ you’re making it all up for yourself . it’s –– it’s not real . love isn’t real . ’