People who say sadness doesn’t hurt physically apparently never experienced feeling so sad. I’ve felt it in my legs, my jaw, my head, my quivering lips, aching eyes, and my aching chest. It hurts my chest the most because it literally feels like your heart is in pain.
I want to fall to sleep with you,
and I could care less
whether it is in
layers upon layers
or only our skin–
all I really want is to wake up
where I end and you begin.
“Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to. Stay home on New Year’s Eve if that’s what makes you happy. Skip the committee meeting. Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances. Read. Cook. Run. Write a story.”
— Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking