When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go.
It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight
and breathe it into my lungs.
I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it.
It’s mine.
I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.
~ Stephanie Perkins
Lola and the Boy Next Door
It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight
and breathe it into my lungs.
I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it.
It’s mine.
I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.
~ Stephanie Perkins
Lola and the Boy Next Door
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