Quotes by Alfa H

I saw a sadness shivering in his eyes that night. They resemble a heart flat-lining. I wanted to ask him what put it there, but he blinked... and it was gone. And I knew that a man who could control pain so exquisitely had no business paying with my heart.

Your memory straddles my mind.

...and he will never grasp that what he calls bitching is merely my heart talking out loud.

She tells everyone shes taken. Yet her heart whispers: hes taking too long.

There are days when my imagination in my enemy. It likes to keep me company in my darkest of times and romanticizes a past that was more of a horror story than a fairytale.

Im not afraid of anything anymore. Ive found out Ghosts dont hide under my bed or in my closets either. They exist in plain sight - everyday; Conjured up by our song playing on the radio. By the mailmans blue eyes that are so like yours I could get utterly lost in them. They come as raindrops, kissing my skin... the way you used to. Ghosts are everywhere.

It was in the words he didnt say... that I found all the answers to my questions.

I wear the words we didnt say. My heart is clothed in them every day.

You think its easy to forget someone who made you look forward to tomorrow... And I hope you never experience convincing a paralyzed heart to keep on beating when it simply wants to die.

She knows hes not the same. Hes different now. The eyes that once held too much contain nothing at all. He is colorless. Faded like sun-drenched wallpaper. The man that stands before her has no answers to her questions, and no ointment for her fears.

Having to explain to someone how they hurt you, always feels like an ass kicking... again.

I had never met another who loved my mind more than my body. I could feel his curiosity finger-walk through my thoughts... intentional and hard. Absorbing me. Learning me. And as he leaned in and held my hand close to his, I heard my soul sigh... in a deep grateful breath.

... And one day it dawned on me that I had spent entirely too much time waiting on you to grow a voice box.... and the balls to use it.

I have no doubt that Taylor Swift will call one day after suffering writers block: Alfa, I was told that you were the person to call. I gotcha girlfriend.

He kissed her good morning like she was the reason sun decided to shine.

They beg you for transparency. Yet when you give them a peek behind the curtain shrouding your hear, they run in sheer fright.

There are days when I want to dip my soul in memories and just soak. Then there are others where Im praying theyll be washed away.

I never needed a Man. I needed a Viking. I needed someone who wasnt afraid of my strengths, or of my needs. I chose wrong... in the past. I thought I had to find someone who could put up with my hunger for life. But I was so damn wrong. I needed a Viking. I needed someone who would admire all the things about me that tepid men were intimidated by.

... I dont know what I feel anymore, or maybe its that I dont know HOW to feel anymore. I question every move I make, every breath I take, and every flutter of an eyelash. Ive developed a twitch from always being on guard. Im alert at night, and numb during the day, but Im always ready. Maybe, I can intercept tragedy from striking again.

What is it about those unresolved endings that cause you to question every decision when youre trying to move forward?