I’m drawn to those who carry weight. The ones for whom chronological age divided by life experience does not compute. Those who have seen too much and who feel too deeply. The ones who wear their insides on the outside like a dark, heavy cloak, heart and soul exposed. Who share a bed with their demons, and wake up crying in the night. The broken and the scarred; the vulnerable and fragile. The ones who care too much, who love too freely, and who trust indiscriminately. These are the people I fall in love with. These people who, when I look in the mirror, are there in the glass looking back at me.

What scares me the most, cold people who live for themself and the mediocrity of their everyday lives….♥