compliments about your looks are nice, but when someone appreciates who you are, the way you think, your laugh, your personality, the sincerity of your heart.. that hits on a whole different level.
the weird thing about reading so much as a child and gaining a huge vocabulary from that is i can't define a lot of the words i use, i just know that they would fit correctly in a specific sentence. does anyone else experience that?
which is more cruel not knowing the taste of love at all or tasting it after starving for it your whole life only to have it stripped away from you forever. i dont know the answer but i think gojo would