Love teaches me to feed on flames and tears;Vittoria Colonna
to turn withered hope green through desire;
to re-enslave my heart each time love frees
his noble face from that heavy disdain.
There are the great big events, the things you think you’ll always remember, and you do. But there are other smaller, like picking a blackberry that’s been in the sun or brushing the fingertip of someone you didn’t know you loved until you touched them.