Love wasn't supposed
to be about a moment where
you looked into a boy's eyes and
felt the world spin from under your feet;
when you saw in his soul all
the things that were missing in yours.
Love came slow and
surefooted and was made of
equal measures of comfort and respect. A Plain girl
wouldn't fall in love,
she'd sort of glance down and
realize she was mired in it.
A Plain girl knew she loved someone when
she looked out ten years from now and
saw that same boy standing beside her,
his hand on the small of her back.
-Plain Truth, Jodi Picoult
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo