I Thought How Lovely And How Strange

I Will Not Compromise On Language Or Content. At 15, People Can Handle The Same Language As Me, They're Just As Complicated As Me And Are Very Interested In Thinking About Important Questions For The First Time.

And When Someone Else Speaks Your Name You Feel Pleased. You Feel Wanted. You Feel There. Alive. Even If They're Saying Your Name With Dislike, At Least You Know You're You, That You Exist.

Yet, Isn't It Strange, Isn't It Weird, How We Can Know That Someone Is Not Behaving In The Way We Imagine, And At The Same Time We Can Be Totally Convinced That He Is! How Clever The Human Mind Is, That It Can Accept Two Contradictory Things As 'facts.' Yes, I Know That In This Case One 'fact' Was Untrue. But The Human Mind Can Know Something Is Untrue And Still Accept It As A 'fact,' And Act On It As If It Were True.

He Thought: How Difficult It Is To Explain Yourself To Yourself. Sometimes There Only Is, And No Knowing.

All The Time I Think I Can Never Love You More Than I Already Do. And Then You Do Something Or Say Something, And I Love You More Than Ever. Like Just Now. Like Now. How Is It Possible? Can You Love Someone More And More And At The Same Time, All The Time, Love Them As Much As It's Possible To Love Someone?