What I wanted was simple…black coffee and dark chocolate; your hand on my neck and your lips on my skin. I needed your undivided attention…for just a little bit, every day. I wanted to make you laugh and remind you to tread lightly; this life is so fleeting…and at the end of the day, I just needed the weight of your hand on my hip as I fell asleep.
Opportunities multiply as they are seized.
I can get my head turned by a good-looking guy as much as the next girl. But sexy doesn’t impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5 (1947-1955)