"It's so easy to write about love," she said. "When you're in it. When you lose it. When it hurts you or heals you."
It's so easy to write about love when even its shadow consumes you. When you wake up like the dead in a cold sweat because you know something is wrong. When it's your father's tears in your dreams, or your sister's, or your lover's. It's easy to write about love when it's the story you tell yourself over and over so you can finally eat something. When time slows way down, way way down, so you can inspect the slightest memory.
It's so easy to write about love when you're falling, heart first and down a hundred flights of stairs. When it gives your heart wings because you know it's real... at least for now. When after all you've been through, you still have hopeless romance inside you.
"It's so easy to write about love," she said. "When it hurts you. When it soothes you. When its the only thing that sustains you."
