I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.
perhaps this could be real, if only i was that pretty…..
There is an end to every storm. Once all the trees have been uprooted, once all the houses have been ripped apart, the wind will hush. The clouds will part. The rain will stop. The sky will clear in an instant, and only then, in those quiet moments after the storm, do we learn, who was strong enough to survive it.